It’s a hot and muggy Saturday night
The crowd roars louder the tension rises
We take the field the stadium is bright
Game-time, we have a bag of surprises

Our guns are drawn in hand pumped and ready
All season long we waited for this day
Championship game, keep our heads steady
Time to seek revenge, our last one to play

Fourth Quarter they haven’t scored a touchdown
We knew from the start it ‘s our destiny
We’re bringing this trophy back to our town
Seconds left its no longer fantasy

What’s that I hear? The crowd yells “Roll Tide Roll”
Our guns are stored away for the next bowl