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G                                 C
When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass,
 D                                 G
I'm back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads.
G                              C
Standing in the huddle, listening to the call
D                        G
Fans going crazy for, the boys of fall.
G                           C
They didn't let just anybody in that club.
D                                                   G
It took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood.
G                                                              C
To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall.
D                                                               G
The kings of the school man were the boys of fall.

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                C
And it's, turn and face the stars and stripes, its
    G
Fighting back them butterflies, its
     D                                            G
Call it in the air all righty, yes sir we want the ball
          C
And it's, knocking heads and talking trash, its
     G
Slinging mud and dirt and grass, its
    D                                                                      G
I got your number, I got your back when your, backs against the wall
         Am                                D                G             C D G
You mess with one man, you've got us all.     The boys of fall

G                                             C
 In little towns like mine, that's all they got
D                                           G
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops
G                                                      C
The old men will always think they know it all
  D                                                         G
The young girls will dream about the boys of fall

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G                       C D G
The boys of fall           (4x)