DBm
There's a place in my heart, a spirit ne'er be told.
AGA little town on the Brazos, a little ring made of gold.
DBmAG
I carry it with me, wherever I go, just to remember the times.
DBm
We learned some from books, and a whole lot from livin'.
AG
And we etched our names on the wood at the Chicken.
DBm
I still hear the sound of spurs on the concrete.
AGA
And that ol' train whistle blowing through the trees.
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GDAD
So put a penny on ol' Sully, and wish me some luck.
GDA
And yell farmers fight when our boys are backed up.
GDABm
Throw your arms around each other and sing Hullabaloo.
GDAD
Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon.
DBm
Midnight at Duncan, they still light the torches.
AG
And Reveille still barks at the Cav on their horses.
DBm
I've seen 80,000 to the power of 12.
AG
It doesn't matter who comes to town, we still give them hell.
DBm
And I was there at the stack on November 18th.
AG
With logs on the ground I fell down on my knees.
DBm
But we would not forget the 12 that we lost.
AGA
So we carved their names right there in the rock.
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DBm
And there late at night if I listen real close.
AG
The spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks.
DBm
And I hear my father and his dad before.
AGA
And all those brave Aggies that never came back from war.
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GDABm
And say 'here' for me at muster when my time comes too.
GDAD
cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon.
GDAD
Yeah, that's what we do when we bleed maroon...
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.