WoodsmanVol
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100 Days until an orange storm rises, or otherwise known as football time in Tennessee.
Far out in the sea, the sun heats the waters. It pulls up the vapor from the surface and gathers it into the sky. A wisp here, a wisp there, the moisture rises. Some say its actually the sweat of the Vols team as they challenge iron in the weight room. And one another on the practice field. And from their feet pounding the ground and stairways. All the same, the moisture rises, pulled upward by heat, whether sun kissed or due to internally worked meat.
It rises, condenses in the upper air, steam it is though we call them clouds. Now and then theres the grumble of thunder and a multi-limb spark of light. If you listen closely, you hear the promise, Were coming. 100 days and counting. Were coming. All hail the orange storm rising.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get up off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
The football Vols are dead or dying Ive been told.
That a once hot team is both unburied and lying cold.
Thats been word a while now all around the S.E.C.
That the new Vanderbilt and Kentucky is Tennessee.
Folks are saying its now pitiful and a shame to wear the orange and white.
Saying if the colors are red, black, blue, purple, and gold you got it right.
Words that dogs, cats, an iron weight, an oversized lizard, and a toxic algal bloom,
Along with a confederate general and an unfried chicken spell the Vols doom.
They got it, dead wrong and Im going to tell you why.
The stuff youve been told is all an ESPN packaged lie.
Weve been slumbering and hibernating.
All youve heard is just jealousy and hating.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Weve seen the stirring of sleep being shaken off.
Weve heard the snarl, low growl, and raspy cough.
Seen the belly scratch and body shake,
Seen the stretching. The Vols are awake.
Right now theyre shaking off the rust.
Rubbing their limbs to knock off the dust.
Donning with pride once again the reverend orange.
Every lie of their demise, you know they will expunge.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Theres a big orange storm that is coming.
White lightning flashing, thunder rumbling.
The Volunteers are on the march again.
Hello there, Vols! Where have you been?
No more shame for the orange and white.
The Vols are back. Everything will be alright.
Mercy me! Oh my goodness what a sight!
To see that team once again flex its might.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
--Woodsmanvol--
Far out in the sea, the sun heats the waters. It pulls up the vapor from the surface and gathers it into the sky. A wisp here, a wisp there, the moisture rises. Some say its actually the sweat of the Vols team as they challenge iron in the weight room. And one another on the practice field. And from their feet pounding the ground and stairways. All the same, the moisture rises, pulled upward by heat, whether sun kissed or due to internally worked meat.
It rises, condenses in the upper air, steam it is though we call them clouds. Now and then theres the grumble of thunder and a multi-limb spark of light. If you listen closely, you hear the promise, Were coming. 100 days and counting. Were coming. All hail the orange storm rising.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get up off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
The football Vols are dead or dying Ive been told.
That a once hot team is both unburied and lying cold.
Thats been word a while now all around the S.E.C.
That the new Vanderbilt and Kentucky is Tennessee.
Folks are saying its now pitiful and a shame to wear the orange and white.
Saying if the colors are red, black, blue, purple, and gold you got it right.
Words that dogs, cats, an iron weight, an oversized lizard, and a toxic algal bloom,
Along with a confederate general and an unfried chicken spell the Vols doom.
They got it, dead wrong and Im going to tell you why.
The stuff youve been told is all an ESPN packaged lie.
Weve been slumbering and hibernating.
All youve heard is just jealousy and hating.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Weve seen the stirring of sleep being shaken off.
Weve heard the snarl, low growl, and raspy cough.
Seen the belly scratch and body shake,
Seen the stretching. The Vols are awake.
Right now theyre shaking off the rust.
Rubbing their limbs to knock off the dust.
Donning with pride once again the reverend orange.
Every lie of their demise, you know they will expunge.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Theres a big orange storm that is coming.
White lightning flashing, thunder rumbling.
The Volunteers are on the march again.
Hello there, Vols! Where have you been?
No more shame for the orange and white.
The Vols are back. Everything will be alright.
Mercy me! Oh my goodness what a sight!
To see that team once again flex its might.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
Hail, hail, hail The Tennessee Volunteers!
Get off your rears, stand and scream your cheers.
--Woodsmanvol--
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