Gridiron (to the Tune of Big Iron)

[civ4guy]

"Written" (edited) by myself. Set to the tune of Big Iron.
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To the stadium of Neyland came a young man one fine day,
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say.
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip,
For the young man there amongst them had the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

It was early in the morning when he rode into K-town.
He came riding from the South Side slowly lookin' all around.
"He's a QB loose and running," came the whisper from each lip
"And he's here to do some business with the
Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip."

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Bama Red,
Many teams had tried to take 'em and that many teams were dead.
They were vicious, for years hadn't gave up more than 24.
And the notches on their win chart numbered one and fourteen more,
One and fourteen more.

Now the young man started talking, made it plain to folks around,
Was a transfer quarterback now, wouldn't be too long in town.
He came here to take the Tide back alive or maybe dead,
And he said it didn't matter, he was after Bama Red,
After Bama Red.

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Bama Red.
But the outlaw didn't worry: teams that tried before were dead!
Fifteen teams had tried to take 'em, Fifteen teams had made a slip
Team Sixteen would have the QB with the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet.
It was fifteen past 3:30 when they walked out in the street.
Fans were watching from the windows, everybody knew UT would fail.
They knew this handsome QB was about to take an L.
About to take an L.

There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their plays,
And the swiftness of the QB is still talked about today,
Bama Red had not cleared uprights 'fore a bullet fairly ripped;
And Chase McGrath's aim was deadly,
On the Gridiron where he kicked,
Girdiron where he kicked.

It was over in a moment and the fans had gathered 'round.
Alabama defeated, and the goalposts on the ground.
Oh, Bama might have gone on winning but they made one fatal slip,
When they tried to match the QB with the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

Gridiron, Gridiron,
When they tried to match the QB with the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

 

[tbh]

Well done!

 

[TnVol!]

"Written" (edited) by myself. Set to the tune of Big Iron.
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To the stadium of Neyland came a young man one fine day,
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say.
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip,
For the young man there amongst them had the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

It was early in the morning when he rode into K-town.
He came riding from the South Side slowly lookin' all around.
"He's a QB loose and running," came the whisper from each lip
"And he's here to do some business with the
Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip."

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Bama Red,
Many teams had tried to take 'em and that many teams were dead.
They were vicious, for years hadn't gave up more than 24.
And the notches on their win chart numbered one and fourteen more,
One and fourteen more.

Now the young man started talking, made it plain to folks around,
Was a transfer quarterback now, wouldn't be too long in town.
He came here to take the Tide back alive or maybe dead,
And he said it didn't matter, he was after Bama Red,
After Bama Red.

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Bama Red.
But the outlaw didn't worry: teams that tried before were dead!
Fifteen teams had tried to take 'em, Fifteen teams had made a slip
Team Sixteen would have the QB with the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet.
It was fifteen past 3:30 when they walked out in the street.
Fans were watching from the windows, everybody knew UT would fail.
They knew this handsome QB was about to take an L.
About to take an L.

There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their plays,
And the swiftness of the QB is still talked about today,
Bama Red had not cleared uprights 'fore a bullet fairly ripped;
And Chase McGrath's aim was deadly,
On the Gridiron where he kicked,
Girdiron where he kicked.

It was over in a moment and the fans had gathered 'round.
Alabama defeated, and the goalposts on the ground.
Oh, Bama might have gone on winning but they made one fatal slip,
When they tried to match the QB with the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

Gridiron, Gridiron,
When they tried to match the QB with the Gridiron in his grip,
Gridiron in his grip.

I have this album.

 

[Volosaurus rex]

Magnificently done, both the original and your updated version. Now, you simply need to find a balladeer the equal of Marty Robbins, good luck on that front, and a recording studio in Nashville, and you will have a hit, at least in Big Orange Country.