Everyone in town all came.
To see the Eagles of Dawsonville
Play the Bulldogs of Piney Mill.
It was high school football at its best;
The players spit and bumped their chests,
And held their helmets to the sky,
Glory days under the lights.
At halftime though when snacks were bought,And thrown t-shirts from cheerleaders caught,
Kisses delivered under the bleachers,
No one left sitting but parents and teachers,
The band came out and marched in lines,
Played their flutes and dinged their chimes.
An awkward crew of 12 young gents
With shaggy hair and saggy pants,
Marched to the front, stood side by side,
Held their drumsticks to the sky,
And beat their snares and clanged their cymbals,
Pounded bass drums, all were nimble.
Gave their all, sweat dripping down,
12 drummers drumming what a sound!
