Football Team Songtext
von Chris Cheney

Old days on the football team
Throwing rocks and climbing trees
Can′t sleep holding back those dreams
I'll pretend I still believe

Dirty hands and bloody knees
Broken branch on the family tree
I can hear you

They were the football years
That′s when we learned how to dance
Through crooked smiles and winning tears
The other team never stood a chance

Now your friend's on suicide watch
Thinking about all he ain't got
Trading cards and chewing gum
Paper tattoos and a plastic gun


Little king with a broken crown
Ten stitches couldn′t slow you down
I can see you

They were the football years
That′s when we learned how to dance
Through crooked smiles and winning tears
The other team never stood a chance

Beaten down
Hear the crowd
Came around
Lost and found
Don't let up
You gave enough
You never fell
You gave them hell

20 years since the day we won
Now I don′t know what I've become
Can′t sleep holding back those dreams
I'll pretend I still believe