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There's a Dplace in my heart, a Bmspirit ne'er told
A little Atown on the Brazos, A little Gring made of gold
I Dcarry it with me Bmwherever I go, Ajust to remember the Gtimes
We Dlearned some from books, and a Bmwhole lot from livin'
And Awe etched our names in the Gwood at The Chicken
I Dstill hear the sound of Bmspurs on the concrete
And Athat ol' train whistle blowGing through the trees A
So put a Gpenny on DSully, and Awish me some Dluck
And Gyell "Farmers DFight" when our Aboys are backed up
Throw your Garms 'round each Dother and Asing "HullabaBmloo"
'Cause Gthat's what we Ddo when Awe bleed maDroon
DMidnight at Duncan, they Bmstill light the torches.
And AReveille still barks at the GCav on their horses
I've Dseen 80,000 to the Bmpower of 12
It doesn't Amatter who comes to town, we Gstill give 'em hell
And I was Dthere at the stack on NoBmvember 18
With Alogs on the ground, I fell Gdown on my knees
But we Dwould not forget the Bm12 that we lost
So Awe carved their names right Gthere in the rock A
And Dthere late at night, If I Bmlisten real close
The Aspirit still whispers through the Gcrooked live oaks
And DI hear my father, and Bmhis dad before
And Aall those brave Aggies who never Gcame back from war A
Say "Ghere" for me at DMuster when Amy time comes, Bmtoo
'Cause Gthat's what we Ddo when Awe bleed DMaroon
Yeah, Gthat's what we Ddo when Awe bleed DMaroon
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