(Verse 1)
October chill in Knoxville, Neyland packed to the brim,
Orange everywhere, 101,915 strong, hearts beatin’ on the rim.
Fifteen years of hurt, Tide rollin’ over us every fall,
But tonight the Vols came hungry, ready to answer the call.
Hendon dropped back, lasers flyin’, Hyatt runnin’ free and wild,
Five times he found the end zone, crowd goin’ flat-out dialed.
(Pre-Chorus)
Back and forth, no breathin’ room, points pilin’ high and fast,
Alabama answered every punch, but we refused to let the streak last.
The lights burned bright, the river hummed, Rocky Top shook the sky,
This wasn’t just a game no more—this was do or die.
(Chorus)
52-49, we finally took it back!
Under Neyland lights, the streak is cracked!
Hooker to Hyatt, lightning in the night,
One more drive, one more fight!
McGrath lines it up, 40 yards to glory,
Ball sails true, end of the story!
Vols win! Vols win! The place erupts in flame,
52-49, forever etched in fame!
(Verse 2)
Third quarter slippin’, Tide pushin’ hard, lead slippin’ through our hands,
But Hooker scrambles, finds the seam, keeps the dream alive for us in the stands..
Jalin leaps for one more score, 207 in the air,
Defense bends but never breaks, Vol Nation everywhere.
Tied at 49, clock tickin’ down, 15 seconds on the clock,
Hendon hits the checkdown, sets the stage, Tides looking for the block..
(Pre-Chorus)
No timeouts, just pure belief, the stadium shakes the town,
One play to set the kick, finally make the Tide bow down.
The snap, the hold, the leg swings true,ball looks like a dying duck,
Through the uprights, time expires— and we know that wasn’t luck!
(Chorus)
52-49, we finally took it back!
Under Neyland lights, the streak is cracked!
Hooker to Hyatt, lightning in the night,
One more drive, one more fight!
McGrath lines it up, 40 yards to glory,
Ball sails true, end of the story!
Vols win! Vols win! Goalposts headin’ to the river,
52-49, we delivered!
(Bridge)
Fans storm the field, tears in grown men’s eyes,
Hendon lifts his momma high, under that orange sky.
Fifteen years of waitin’, gone in one electric night,
This is why we bleed orange, this is why we fight.
From the checkerboards to the echoes of Rocky Top ringin’ true,
Neyland never forgets the night we pulled it through.
(Final Chorus – Explosive, crowd-chant style)
52-49! (52-49!) We took it back!
Under Neyland lights! (Under Neyland lights!) The streak is cracked!
Go Vols! Go Vols! Echo through the night!
52-49! Forever in our sight!
Thunder rolls, the river knows, the Vols own this fight!
52-49… under Neyland lights!
ChazzTheSpazz
