Lyrics

He’s an all state player in all 3 sports
He’s a guitar picker, knows all 3 chords
There’s an 8 point mounted on his bedroom wall
Just took a spotlight rifle and a good grunt call

He has a hard time thinking past Friday night
Receivers go deep and he hits em in stride
But even in his cleats he’s only 5 foot 9
He’ll never see over a D1 line

His friends can’t wait to go
They get tired of drinking beer on old dirt roads
They dream about their lives
Where the frat parties go from 5 to 5
When the tassel moves over to the other side

He ain’t gonna sit for no SAT
Ain’t getting bossed around by no damn marine
He runs around like an untamed horse
A wind across the plains with hurricane force

The whistle’s about to blow
He’s fighting like hell to bring that trophy home
It’ll prove that he was alive
Before them college boys went and left him behind
And the tassel moved over to the other side

The whistle’s about to blow
He’s fighting like hell to bring that trophy home
When his friends head off to thrive
He knows roughneck hours are 5 to 5
When the tassel moves over to the other side

He knows roughneck boys are more likely to die
When the tassel moves over to the other side