[Verse]
Saturday sunrise, the field gon' glisten,
We trainin' for war, no pass, straight hittin'.
Stampedes of dreams, we chargers in the mist,
Cowboys ride strong, every play a fist.
[Chorus]
It’s Saturday morning, and the day is nice,
Scrap on your cleats, grab your mouth guard tight.
It’s football time, we bringin' all the smoke,
Go Cowboys, break chains, leave 'em all choked.
[Verse 2]
Gridiron gladiators, shields up, stance rigid,
Blood sweat from the scruff, no love, all vicious.
Playbook gone savage, routes turn to a brawl,
Cowboys in the saddle, we ride until they crawl.
[Chorus]
It’s Saturday morning, and the day is nice,
Scrap on your cleats, grab your mouth guard tight.
It’s football time, we bringin' all the smoke,
Go Cowboys, break chains, leave 'em all choked.
[Bridge]
Under the floodlights, moment of truth callin’,
Helmets crack loud, stadium’s walls fallin’.
Every yard fought like bandits on a spree,
Cowboys own the plains, from the turf to the sea.
[Verse 3]
The line don’t crumble, destined for fame,
Silver and navy, etched into the game.
Opponents think they stars, till we dim their flame,
Cowboys run the map, remember the name.