"We Bleed Maroon"

This is a song that was recently posted by "Agggie06" on twango.com
I think it sums up A&M in such a simple and beautiful way, I had to share it for all my Ags out there...

There's a place in my heart, a Spirit never told
A little town on the Brazos, a little ring made of gold
I carry it with me wherever I go, just to remember the times

We learned some from books, and a whole lot from livin'
And we etched our names in the wood at the Chicken
I still hear the sound of spurs on the concrete
And that ole train whistle blow in through the trees

So put a penny on Sully and wish me some luck
And yell, "Farmers Fight" when our boys are backed up
Throw your arms 'round each other, and sing "Hullabaloo"
Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon

Midnight at Duncan they still light the torches
And Reveille still barks at the cavalier horses
I've seen eighty thousand to the power of twelve
It doesnt matter who comes to town, we still give 'em hell

I was there at the stack on November Eighteenth
With logs on the ground I fell down to my knees
But we would not forget the twelve that we lost
So we carved their names right there in the rock

So put a penny on Sully and wish me some luck
And yell, "Farmers Fight" when our boys are backed up
Throw your arms 'round each other, and sing "Hullabaloo"
Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon

Well there late at night if I listen real close
the spirit still whispers through the crooked live oaks
I hear my father and his dad before
and all those brave Aggies who never came back for more

So put a penny on Sully and wish me some luck
And yell, "Farmers Fight" when our boys are backed up
Throw your arms 'round each other, and sing "Hullabaloo"
Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon

Sing here for me at Muster when my time comes too
Cause that's what we do when we bleed maroon
Yeah that's what we do when we bleed maroon