The Smell of Cut Grass:Boys Of Fall
The Boys of Fall Lyrics[fblike layout_style=’standard’ show_faces=’true’ verb=’like’ font=’arial’ color_scheme=’light’] 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 […]