Stopping by Bryant-Denny on a Fall Evening<o
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Whose house this is I think I know.
He built it here so long ago;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch the team put on a show.
My Crimson Tide they show no fear,
The Tigers know the end is near,
Between the rush and passing game,
The darkest evening of the year.
No longer one, the Tigers fake
They think there must be some mistake.
The only other sound the weep
The broken hearts on Bayou break.
Our passes here are long and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And Miles to go before I sleep,
And Miles to go before I sleep. <o></o>
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></o>Whose house this is I think I know.
He built it here so long ago;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch the team put on a show.
My Crimson Tide they show no fear,
The Tigers know the end is near,
Between the rush and passing game,
The darkest evening of the year.
No longer one, the Tigers fake
They think there must be some mistake.
The only other sound the weep
The broken hearts on Bayou break.
Our passes here are long and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And Miles to go before I sleep,
And Miles to go before I sleep. <o
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