Runnin' Through That T Lyrics

I remember packin' up the truck late on Friday nights

Some kids dreamed in color, we dreamed in orange and white

Dad would wake us up at the crack of dawn

to get us out that door

Headed down to Knoxville with the pedal on the floor

Just to get to that ole parking spot

The same one every year

Lord memory after memory

All the times that I spent here

And when the Pride of the Southland starts to march back towards that north end

Of that sacred ground, that's home sweet home to me.

Sound as loud as thunder and like Moses parts the waters

the dream of every boy from Tennessee

is Running through that T

Growin' up in that small town never dreamed it would be me.

Thought those Fridays night lights were the brightest I would see

Coming home from school, I saw a letter in the mail

that said that I'd might get a chance to step out on that field

All summer I'd call home and say mom they're killin' me

They got me runnin' stairs in Neyland in this July heat

She said just keep on moving when you think you've had enough

It ain't how many times you get knocked down, it's how many times you get back up

Cause when the Pride of the Southland starts to march back towards that north end

Of that sacred ground, that's home sweet home to me

Sound as loud as thunder and like Moses parts the waters

Mom and dad would you take a look at me

Running through that T

Today I'll give my all for Tennessee

I'm runnin' through that T