[INTRO — instrumental, upright bass walking, dusty drums, sax lick] [HOOK — group chant, big and warm] Lace 'em up, lace 'em up, we still got it (still got it!) Knees say no but the heart don't got it (got it!) Twenty years gone, we still run this field Sunday morning glory, man, this pain is real Lace 'em up, lace 'em up, we still got it (still got it!) Hamstring screaming but we don't stop it (nah!) Kids on the sideline watching they dads Prove that growing old don't mean going sad [VERSE 1 — urgent melodic flow] Seven A.M. and the field still wet with dew (uh) Davey brought the oranges like his mama used to do Ronny's got a brace on every joint he owns Swears this the year we take the trophy home Ref is fourteen, calls us sir, that's rude I used to burn this left wing like the morning news Now I jog it like a man approaching mail But the first touch — baby, the first touch never fails Chest it down, outside boot, watch it curl Twenty years off the pace but I'm still in the world [VERSE 2 — playful flow, half-sung] Halftime and we losing by a goal, so what Mike is arguing formation with a pulled-up gut Somebody's wife brought coffee, somebody's kid is scoring On the other field, and half of us are watching, boring Second half and Ronny heads it off his knee Limps the whole length like it's 1993 We don't win the game, we win the pancakes after Every loss tastes better with a side of laughter Next Sunday, same time, same dream, same crew The legs keep quitting but we never do [HOOK — group chant, full stack] Lace 'em up, lace 'em up, we still got it (still got it!) Knees say no but the heart don't got it (got it!) Twenty years gone, we still run this field Sunday morning glory, man, this pain is real [OUTRO — sax rides, chant fades] (still got it... still got it...) Same time next week, fellas (still got it)
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