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  .