Born the last in a line of four A seventies child who wanted more
Leather and lace and Alabama tunes Watching Tennessee football beneath a Harvest
Moon He watched his father's rage and heard his
Mother's cries His sisters went to work to help through the
Hard times A broken home and a love torn apart
Watching Tennessee football in a house so dark
He watched them run fast down the field With every tackle the scars they would heal

In those moments his pain was gone Life seemed cruel sometimes it was hard to
Understand But he knew that God must be a Volunteer
Fan Yes he knew God must be a Volunteer Fan

Mother's tears and father's rage It turned his home into a shattered cage
But a sea of orange shined down so bright Under those Saturday night lights
His parents split and hearts turned cold Silent stories he left untold
Through his pain he would still pursue Chasing dreams in worn out shoes
Now the years they've passed him by He faces the end with no time to cry
But looking back he knows he lived in far In a game of life with happiness sought

He watched them run fast down the field With every tackle the scars they would heal
In those moments his pain was gone Life seemed cruel sometimes it was hard to
Understand But he knew that God must be a Volunteer Fan
Yes he knew God must be a Volunteer Fan

The gates shall open mom says do not be alarmed For Coach Majors welcomes you with a sea of
Orange Your family loves you just as they once loved
Me Someday they will join us and their souls
Will be free Now you are at peace in a place with no
Rain And from up here we can watch every game
From up here we can watch every game