We Bleed Maroon

There's a [D]place in my heart, a [Bm]spirit ne'er told
A little [A]town on the Brazos, A little [G]ring made of gold
I [D]carry it with me [Bm]wherever I go, [A]just to remember the [G]times

We [D]learned some from books, and a [Bm]whole lot from livin'
And [A]we etched our names in the [G]wood at The Chicken
I [D]still hear the sound of [Bm]spurs on the concrete
And [A]that ol' train whistle blow[G]ing through the trees  [A]

So put a [G]penny on [D]Sully, and [A]wish me some [D]luck
And [G]yell "Farmers [D]Fight" when our [A]boys are backed up
Throw your [G]arms 'round each [D]other and [A]sing "Hullaba[Bm]loo"
'Cause [G]that's what we [D]do when [A]we bleed ma[D]roon

[D]Midnight at Duncan, they [Bm]still light the torches.
And [A]Reveille still barks at the [G]Cav on their horses
I've [D]seen 80,000 to the [Bm]power of 12
It doesn't [A]matter who comes to town, we [G]still give 'em hell

And I was [D]there at the stack on No[Bm]vember 18
With [A]logs on the ground, I fell [G]down on my knees
But we [D]would not forget the [Bm]12 that we lost
So [A]we carved their names right [G]there in the rock [A]

And [D]there late at night, If I [Bm]listen real close
The [A]spirit still whispers through the [G]crooked live oaks
And [D]I hear my father, and [Bm]his dad before
And [A]all those brave Aggies who never [G]came back from war  [A]

Say "[G]here" for me at [D]Muster when [A]my time comes, [Bm]too
'Cause [G]that's what we [D]do when [A]we bleed [D]Maroon
Yeah, [G]that's what we [D]do when [A]we bleed [D]Maroon

Gig'Em Aggs - '12