We Bleed Maroon - Granger Smith

There’s a place in my heart

A spirit ne’er be told

A little town on the Brazos

A little ring made of gold

I carry it with me, wherever I go

Just to remember the times

We learned some from books

And a whole lot from livin'

And we etched our names on the wood

At the Chicken

I still hear the sound of spurs on the concrete

And that ol' train whistel blowing through the trees

So put a penny on ol' Sully

And wish me some luck

And yell farmers fight

When our boys are backed up

Throw your arms around each other

And sing Hullabaloo

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

Midnight at Duncan

They still light the torches

And Reveille still barks at the Cav on their horses

I’ve seen 80,000 to the power of 12

It doesn’t matter who comes to town

We still give them hell

And I was there at the stack on November 18th

With logs on the ground I fell down on my knees

But we would not forget the 12 that we lost

So we carved their names right there on the rock

So put a penny on ol' Sully

And wish me some luck

And yell farmers fight

When our boys are backed up

Throw your arms around each other

And sing Hullabaloo

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

And there late at night if I listen real close

The spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks

And I hear my father and his dad before

And all those brave Aggies that never came back from war

So put a penny on ol' Sully

And wish me some luck

And yell farmers fight

When our boys are backed up

Throw your arms around each other

And sing Hullabaloo

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

And say 'here' for me at muster when my time comes too

'cause that’s what we do when we bleed maroon

Yeah, that’s what we do when we bleed maroon…