LBs Stand Tall in the Swamp - - Florida Gators Football 2025 LBs - (Traditional Country Style)

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LBs Stand Tall in the Swamp - - Florida Gators Football 2025 LBs - (Traditional Country Style)

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Lyrics
[intro – acoustic guitar and steady drum kick]
Out here…
It ain’t about flash, it’s about who you are when the pads pop.

[verse 1 – vivid storytelling, emotional tone]
Myles Graham walks like his daddy taught,
Quiet eyes, but his heart talks a lot.
He don't say much, but he play loud,
Like a Gator born proud in a Gainesville crowd.
Pup Howard been through the fire and back,
Now he stands in the gap like a railroad track.
He don’t blink when the storm rolls in,
He just locks that jaw and goes again.

[chorus – big, passionate delivery]
They stand tall in the Swamp, rain or shine,
Chasin’ down hope one yard at a time.
With a name on their back and pride in their chest,
They fight for the blue, and bleed with the best.
It ain’t always glory, but they don’t complain—
They stand tall in the Swamp, through the hurt and the strain.

[verse 2 – personal and gritty]
Aaron Chiles got steel in his frame,
Calm in his step, but he plays like flame.
Jaden Robinson got grit in his soul,
Hit like thunder, eyes on the goal.
Ty Jackson don’t dance, he just moves right,
He’s that last line of truth on a Friday night.
They ain't lookin’ for praise — just respect earned slow,
And a win for the ones who wore it long ago.

[bridge – stripped back, reflective]
Some play for lights, some play for cheers,
But these boys play for a hundred years.
For the men before, and the boys to come,
And for mama cryin’ when the job gets done.

[final chorus – soaring, with harmonies]
They stand tall in the Swamp, rain or shine,
Chasin’ down hope one yard at a time.
With a name on their back and pride in their chest,
They fight for the blue, and bleed with the best.
It ain’t always glory, but they don’t complain—
They stand tall in the Swamp…
Through the sweat, through the hits, through the strain.