“The Boys of Fall” Lyrics - Kenny Chesney

Lyrics

“The Boys of Fall”


When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass

I’m back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads

Standin’ in the huddle listenin’ to the call

Fans goin’ crazy for the boys of fall


They didn’t let just anybody in that club

Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood

To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall

The kings of the school, man, we’re the boys of fall


[Chorus:]

Well it’s, turn and face the stars and stripes

It’s fightin’ back them butterflies

It’s call it in the air alright yes sir we want the ball

And it’s knockin’ heads and talkin’ trash

It’s slingin’ mud and dirt and grass

It’s I got your number, I got your back

When your back’s against the wall

You mess with one man, you got us all

The boys of fall


In little towns like mine that’s all they got

Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops

The old men will always think they know it all

Young girls will dream about the boys of fall


[Chorus:]

Well it’s, turn and face the stars and stripes

It’s fightin’ back them butterflies

It’s call it in the air alright yes sir we want the ball

And it’s knockin’ heads and talkin’ trash

It’s slingin’ mud and dirt and grass

It’s I got your number, got your back

When your back’s against the wall

You mess with one man, you got us all

The boys of fall


[Chorus:]

Well it’s, turn and face the stars and stripes

It’s fightin’ back them butterflies

It’s call it in the air alright yes sir we want the ball

And it’s knockin’ heads and talkin’ trash

It’s slingin’ mud and dirt and grass

It’s I got your number, got your back

When you back’s against the wall

You mess with one man, you got us all

The boys of fall


We’re the boys of fall

We’re the boys of fall