Chris Young – Underdogs lyrics

Hometown crowd, Friday night lights Second string quarterback coming off the sidelines One last play, hail Mary prayer Holding their breath when he threw it in the air Now cups are raising, flags are waving He's on their shoulders, famous Here's one for the underdogs Let 'em hear you ya'll Well hell yeah they might get knocked down But everybody loves how they don't stay down for long Pretty soon they're ten feet tall From odds stacked, can't win, to the comeback kid Yeah come on, here's one for the underdogs Granddad's farm, handed down Everybody said he'd run it in the ground Spent four long years bailing that hay Little by little got the whole loan paid Hard work's paying off, you wouldn't believe He's making small town history Here's one for the underdogs Let 'em hear you ya'll Well hell yeah they might get knocked down But everybody loves how they don't stay down for long Pretty soon they're ten feet tall From odds stacked, can't win, to the comeback kid Yeah come on, here's one for the underdogs Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Here's one for the underdogs Let 'em hear you ya'll Well hell yeah they might get knocked down But everybody loves how they don't stay down for long Pretty soon they're ten feet tall From odds stacked, can't win, to the comeback kid Yeah come on, here's one for the underdogs Yeah, here's one for the underdogs Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Whoa whoa whoa Explain Request ×

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