Granger Smith – We Bleed Maroon (Ukulele)

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There's a place in my heart, a spirit ne'er told

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A little town on the Brazos, A little ring made of gold

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I carry it with me wherever I go, just to remember the times

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We learned some from books, and a whole lot from livin'

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And we etched our names in the wood at The Chicken

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I still hear the sound of spurs on the concrete

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And that ol' train whistle blowing through the trees

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So put a penny on Sully, and wish me some luck

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And yell "Farmers Fight" when our boys are backed up

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Throw your arms 'round each other and sing "Hullabaloo"

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'Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon

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Midnight at Duncan, they still light the torches.

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And Reveille still barks at the Cav on their horses

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I've seen 80,000 to the power of 12

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It doesn't matter who comes to town, we still give 'em hell

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And I was there at the stack on November 18

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With logs on the ground, I fell down on my knees

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But we would not forget the 12 that we lost

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So we carved their names right there in the rock

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And there late at night, If I listen real close

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The spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks

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And I hear my father, and his dad before

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And all those brave Aggies who never came back from war

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Say "here" for me at Muster when my time comes, too

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'Cause that's what we do when we bleed Maroon

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Yeah, that's what we do when we bleed Maroon