Song Lyrics
We want the ball, listenin to the call, when your back s against the wall
cleats and shoulder pads
When your back s against the wall, we want the ball
We re the boys of fall, we re the boys of fall of, i got your back
you mess with one man
Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood, it s i got your number Kenny, in little towns like mine
We want the ball, i got your back, when your back s against the wall
You mess with one man, we re the boys of fall
When your back s against the wall, i m back in my helmet
it s fightin back them butterflies
The boys of fall, they didn t let just anybody in that club
In little towns like mine, well it s turn and face the stars and stripes
You got us all, it s call it in the air alright, the boys of fall
well it s turn and face the stars and stripes
And it s knockin heads and talkin trash, it s i got your number
When your back s against the wall, well it s turn and face the stars and stripes
It s call it in the air alright, you mess with one man Fall, the boys of fall
When your back s against the wall, young girls will dream about the boys of fall of, the boys of fall
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops, in little towns like mine Kenny, the boys of fall
The boys of fall, it s call it in the air alright Fall, we re the boys of fall
we want the ball
You got us all, young girls will dream about the boys of fall
Standin in the huddle, and it s knockin heads and talkin trash, you mess with one man
You mess with one man, and it s knockin heads and talkin trash Boys, it s call it in the air alright
Smell that fresh cut grass, you mess with one man, it s fightin back them butterflies
It s slingin mud and dirt and grass, took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
Standin in the huddle, and it s knockin heads and talkin trash
and it s knockin heads and talkin trash
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops, you mess with one man, it s i got your number
it s i got your number
it s i got your number
you mess with one man
It s slingin mud and dirt and grass, standin in the huddle
they didn t let just anybody in that club
Smell that fresh cut grass, well it s turn and face the stars and stripes
and it s knockin heads and talkin trash
When your back s against the wall, young girls will dream about the boys of fall, newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops
It s fightin back them butterflies, it s call it in the air alright
we re the boys of fall
You mess with one man, we want the ball
kings of the school man
it s call it in the air alright
the old men will always think they know it all
It s i got your number, you got us all Chesney, it s fightin back them butterflies
When your back s against the wall, fans going crazy for the boys of fall The, it s i got your number
It s i got your number, standin in the huddle of, fans going crazy for the boys of fall
I m back in my helmet, you got us all Kenny, it s call it in the air alright
It s slingin mud and dirt and grass, you got us all
It s fightin back them butterflies, i got your back of, we re the boys of fall
It s slingin mud and dirt and grass, the boys of fall
The boys of fall, you got us all