Underdogs - Chris Young

Hometown crowd, Friday night lights

Second string quarterback coming off the sidelines

One last play, hail Mary prayer

Holding their breath when he threw it in the air

Now cups are raising, flags are waving

He’s on their shoulders, famous

Here’s one for the underdogs

Let 'em hear y’all

Well hell yeah they might get knocked down

But everybody loves how they don’t stay down for long

Pretty soon they’re ten feet tall

From odds stacked, can’t win, to the Comeback Kid

Yeah, come on, here’s one for the underdogs

Granddad’s farm, handed down

Everybody said he’d run it in the ground

Spent four long years bailing that hay

Little by little got the whole loan paid

Hard work’s paying off, you wouldn’t believe

He’s making small town history

Here’s one for the underdogs

Let 'em hear y’all

Well hell yeah they might get knocked down

But everybody loves how they don’t stay down for long

Pretty soon they’re ten feet tall

From odds stacked, can’t win, to the Comeback Kid

Yeah, come on, here’s one for the underdogs

Here’s one for the underdogs

Let 'em hear y’all

Well hell yeah they might get knocked down

But everybody loves how they don’t stay down for long

Pretty soon they’re ten feet tall

From odds stacked, can’t win, to the Comeback Kid

Yeah, come on, here’s one for the underdogs

Yeah, here’s one for the underdogs