Artist: Granger Smith
Title: We Bleed Maroon

Capo on 2nd Fret

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

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

CHORUS
           G            D         A            D
So put a penny on ol' Sully, and wish me some luck.
      G            D             A
And yell farmers fight when our boys are backed up.
             G             D            A        Bm
Throw your arms around each other and sing Hullabaloo.
        G            D       A           D
Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon.


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

            D                        Bm
And I was there at the stack on November 18th.
       A                         G
With logs on the ground I fell down on my knees.
     D                      Bm
But we would not forget the 12 that we lost.
    A                            G                   A
So we carved their names right there in the rock.

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

CHORUS
           G                D         A             Bm
And say 'here' for me at muster when my time comes too.
        G             D       A          D
cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon.
        G             D       A          D
Yeah, that's what we do when we bleed maroon...

CHORUS


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