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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Chesney
Vocals
John Hobbs
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Turnbull
Songwriter
Casey Beathard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Chesney
Producer
Buddy Cannon
Producer
Butch Carr
Additional Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gordon Hammond
Assistant Recording Engineer
Greg Lawrence
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Netti
Assistant Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Kyle Ford
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Seth Morton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Blackmon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tim Brennan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tony Castle
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
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
Kings of the school man, we're 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
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
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
Writer(s): Dave Turnbull, Casey Michael Beathard
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