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We first laid eyes on you on an autumn Sunday
You the little boy from Dixie, drawing up plays in the Mississippi mud
Never growing old
All these years later, you remain as genuine as you were that day
You are ours, because you stood by us
Not only in triumph, but more importantly in times of despair
Celebrating timeless victory's and honoring those tragically lost....
As the years past, the doubters increased in volume
He's too old, he's lost a step... it's time to go
Pay them no attention, for we are survivors
Legends write their own story's..
GOOOO PAAAAACK GOOOO!!! FAVRE BABY!
You the little boy from Dixie, drawing up plays in the Mississippi mud
Never growing old
All these years later, you remain as genuine as you were that day
You are ours, because you stood by us
Not only in triumph, but more importantly in times of despair
Celebrating timeless victory's and honoring those tragically lost....
As the years past, the doubters increased in volume
He's too old, he's lost a step... it's time to go
Pay them no attention, for we are survivors
Legends write their own story's..
GOOOO PAAAAACK GOOOO!!! FAVRE BABY!
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