We get her back then we fold up the streets
Right after Labor Day, she's ours to keep
We have a parade and we say our goodbyes
Goodbyes to the tourist and the friends that stopped by

We're mid-September and we all feel the same feel
Autumn's coming and we all know the deal
The colors of fall will blanket the ground
Out in the woods with your favorite hound

The summer breezes have all but disappeared
They turn to winds this time of the year
Another season of catch and release
Hold on tight for the next record-breaking beast

Down around the corner, you'll see pumpkins fly
Clear across the river under watchful eyes
Cheers and laughter fills the crowd
Winners are chosen and their smiles are proud

We get her back then we fold up the streets
Right after Labor Day, she's ours to keep
We have a parade and we say our goodbyes
Goodbyes to the tourist and the friends that stopped by

Fall's my favorite season
I just know
I don't need a reason
I think I've heard you say that too
No, I'm sure, I know it was you

Walk along the river under the full moonlight
Button up your sweater draw it in tight
It feels so perfect on a peaceful autumn night
You'll see why fall is my favorite and you'll see why I'm right

You hear the cheers from the football games
Newer versions that still carry the name
Playing with the pride of generations to come
Did you see that boy?, he sure could run

We get her back then we fold up the streets
Right after Labor Day, we have a lot of empty cleats
We have a parade and we say our goodbyes
Goodbyes to the tourist and the friends that stopped by

The river rats are all settled in
You can hear them say "here we go again"
Some headed south once they found out how
and turned into snowbirds enjoying life now

Apple picking and pumpkin spice
I know they kid but that spice is nice
Late November is when the colder winds blow
Signaling to autumn it's time to go

Old man winter is coming back to town
That's the time the channel shuts down
He makes his appearance every year about this time
He moves right in and changes everybody's mind

We get her back then we fold up the streets
Right after Labor Day, we have a lot of empty cleats
We have a parade and we say our goodbyes
Goodbyes to the tourist and the friends that stopped by

09/16/2018

Author's Note: Clayton, NY @thomaskhuntpoet lyric

Posted on 09/16/2018
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