The Show
Cut out crowns of cardboard
Covered in tin foil
Momma go call the neighbors
There's gonna be a show
Tee pees in the front yard
Purpose in our hearts
Tension builds as seats are filled
The show's about to start
Clemson colored pom poms
Shake above our heads
Worn in sheets and blankets
Have been ripped from off our beds
Dancing round the pine cones
Breathin Southern air
Grandma's scarves around our necks
Feathers in our hair
Lone little boy
Off to the side
Slow grin on his face
And a flag held high
Aint sure where to go
But knows how to stand
That little boy
He holds his flag like a man
Come to intermission
Sell some lemonade
Fifty cents a glass
And get a goody that our momma made
Line up for the finish
March in a big parade
Singin of our homeland
America the brave
Clemson colored pom poms
Shake above our heads
Worn in sheets and blankets
Have been ripped from off our beds
Dancing round the pine cones
Breathin Southern air
Grandma's scarves around our necks
Feathers in our hair
Lone little boy
Off to the side
Slow grin on his face
And a flag held high
Aint sure where to go
But knows how to stand
That little boy
He holds his flag like a man
On American land
Covered in tin foil
Momma go call the neighbors
There's gonna be a show
Tee pees in the front yard
Purpose in our hearts
Tension builds as seats are filled
The show's about to start
Clemson colored pom poms
Shake above our heads
Worn in sheets and blankets
Have been ripped from off our beds
Dancing round the pine cones
Breathin Southern air
Grandma's scarves around our necks
Feathers in our hair
Lone little boy
Off to the side
Slow grin on his face
And a flag held high
Aint sure where to go
But knows how to stand
That little boy
He holds his flag like a man
Come to intermission
Sell some lemonade
Fifty cents a glass
And get a goody that our momma made
Line up for the finish
March in a big parade
Singin of our homeland
America the brave
Clemson colored pom poms
Shake above our heads
Worn in sheets and blankets
Have been ripped from off our beds
Dancing round the pine cones
Breathin Southern air
Grandma's scarves around our necks
Feathers in our hair
Lone little boy
Off to the side
Slow grin on his face
And a flag held high
Aint sure where to go
But knows how to stand
That little boy
He holds his flag like a man
On American land
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Mcnevan, Jason Michael Dunn, Daniel Biro
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