it’s that time of year
orange bleeds
to fill an empty stand
leaves are falling
i want
nothing more
than to take your hand
lead you through
the yellow
crimson gold
were tennessee
still playing rocky top
i’d take of every chance
to beg you stay
one more fall –
saturday
with me
i’d take of evermore
to beg you stay
when alabama comes
to tennessee

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