The Boys of Fall
Kenny Chesney Lyrics
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I'm back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads
Standing in the huddle, listening to the call
Fans going 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
Well it's turn to face the stars and stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air, alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it's knocking heads and talking trash
It's slinging 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've 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
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air, alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it's knocking heads and talking trash
It's slinging 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
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air, alright
Yes sir, we want the ball
And it's knocking heads and talking trash
It's slinging 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
We're the boys of fall
We're the boys of fall
Kenny Chesney's "The Boys of Fall" is an ode to the glory days of high school football. The song begins with Chesney reminiscing about the good old days when he played football, and he describes the feelings that flood him when he hears the sound of fresh-cut grass, and feels the chill in the air. He remembers the camaraderie he experienced with his teammates, as they all huddled up and listened intently to their coach's instructions. Chesney recalls the excitement of playing under the Friday night lights, and the adoration of the fans who cheered on their team, shouting their names and pushing the boys to their limits.
The chorus repeats itself twice, emphasizing the intensity of pre-game rituals in preparation for the game. Chesney mentions the dedication required to be able to wear the game-day jerseys, taking every ounce of heart, sweat, and blood, indicating the level of commitment and sacrifice required for success. He clearly states how he and his teammates were considered the kings of the school, idolized and revered by younger players, girls who had a crush on them and the older generations who remember the glory days. The song talks about the rivalries they encountered, the mud and dirt they slung, and the trash they talked, all in the pursuit of achieving their dreams.
Line by Line Meaning
When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
When I smell the fresh cut grass and feel the chill, it reminds me of football season.
I'm back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads
The smell and chill take me back to the time I played football, back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulder pads.
Standing in the huddle, listening to the call
Being in the huddle with my teammates, listening to the play being called.
Fans going crazy for the boys of fall
The fans are cheering wildly for our team, the boys of fall.
They didn't let just anybody in that club
Not just anyone could become part of the football team.
Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
Becoming part of the football team took a lot of hard work, dedication and sacrifice.
To get to wear those game-day jerseys down the hall
It took a lot of work to earn the right to wear the game-day jerseys in the hallways.
The kings of the school, man, we're the boys of fall
As football players, we were regarded as the kings of the school.
Well it's turn to face the stars and stripes
It's time to face the American flag, symbol of our country.
It's fighting back them butterflies
We are nervous and anxious, but we fight back our nerves to play the game.
It's call it in the air, alright
The coin is tossed and someone calls heads or tails in the air.
Yes sir, we want the ball
We want to have the ball, and we're ready to play.
And it's knocking heads and talking trash
On the field, we're hitting hard and talking smack to the opposing team.
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass
We're getting dirty as we play the game, throwing mud and dirt and grass.
It's I got your number, I got your back
We are there for each other and have each other's backs on the field.
When your back's against the wall
When we are in a difficult or challenging situation.
You mess with one man, you got us all
If someone messes with one of us, they are dealing with the whole team.
In little towns like mine, that's all they've got
In small towns like mine, football is often a big part of the community and culture.
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops
Newspaper clippings of the local football team are displayed in coffee shops.
The old men will always think they know it all
Elderly men in the town may think they know more about football than anyone else.
Young girls will dream about the boys of fall
Young girls in the town may dream about dating or being with the football players.
We're the boys of fall
As the football team, we are the boys of fall.
Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CASEY BEATHARD, DAVE TURNBULL
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