We Bleed Maroon

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
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 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 whistle 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
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 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
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 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
 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
 (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)
 (So put a penny on ol' Sully)
 (And wish me some luck)
 (And yell farmers fight)
 (When our boys are backed up)