• Song:

    We Bleed Maroon

  • Artist:

    Granger Smith

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Capo: 2 

Verse 1:
          D5                    B5
There's a place in my heart, a spirit ne'er told
         A5                            G5
A little town on the Brazos, A little ring made of gold
  D5                B5             A5                    G5
I carry it with me wherever I go, just to remember the times

   D5                              B5
We learned some from books, and a whole lot from livin'
    A5                          G5
And we etched our names in the wood at The Chicken
  D5                       B5
I still hear the sound of spurs on the concrete
    A5                          G5                      A5
And that ol' train whistle blowing through the trees

         G5        D5          A5            D5
So put a penny on Sully, and wish me some luck
    G5             D5               A5
And yell "Farmers Fight" when our boys are backed up
           G5                D5         A5            B5
Throw your arms 'round each other and sing "Hullabaloo"
       G5              D5       A5          D5 
'Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon

Verse 2:
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Midnight at Duncan, they still light the torches.
    A5                           G5
And Reveille still barks at the Cav on their horses
     D5                  B5
I've seen 80,000 to the power of 12
           A5                            G5          
It doesn't matter who comes to town, we still give 'em hell

          D5                       B5
And I was there at the stack on November 18
     A5                          G5
With logs on the ground, I fell down on my knees
       D5                    B5 
But we would not forget the 12 that we lost
   A5                           G5                 A5
So we carved their names right there in the rock


Verse 3:
    D5                         B5
And there late at night, If I listen real close
    A5                                 G5
The spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks
    D5                     B5
And I hear my father, and his dad before
    A5                                G5                   A5
And all those brave Aggies who never came back from war


     G5               D5           A5              B5
Say "here" for me at Muster when my time comes, too
       G5              D5       A5        D5
'Cause that's what we do when we bleed Maroon
      G5              D5       A5        D5
Yeah, that's what we do when we bleed Maroon


Gig'Em Aggs - '12
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