Alma Mater

You tell me all these stories

About you and your home town

How the Friday nights were boring

And the bars are all run down

Your family kept simple

Go to church and don’t sneak out

You Set a good example

And kept your parents proud

But When I met you you where

Taking shots

Leaning on a barstool

How’d you wind up in a SEC school

But now I’m seeing what you learned about.

Like how you

Shotgun a couple beers at a bowl game

Break in a new pair of boots

Bar hop all night on Thursday

and give your friend a stick and poke tattoo

Pretty far from a small town no name

I love the things you do

But they ain’t from your mother

And they ain’t from your father

You must’ve got it from your Alma Mater

You always talk about your sisters

But u only got one brother

It all started making sense when

When you said red’s your favorite color

I thought you were pretty sheltered

But it ain’t the case at all

You paint a different picture

When you choose your alcohol

I thought I saw at a

Bust out

Alpha frat house

The day was calling for a college night out

But Now I’m seeing what you learned about.

Like how you

Shotgun a couple beers at a bowl game

Break in a new pair of boots

Bar hop all night on Thursday

and give your friend a stick and poke tattoo

Pretty far from a small town no name

I love the things you do

But they ain’t from your mother

And they ain’t from your father

You must’ve got it from your Alma Mater

You must’ve got it from your Alma Mater

I got to know you at a

Small town

Diner

Late night

We were talking til we saw the daylight

Cause you got so much I could learn about

Like how you

Shotgun a couple beers at a bowl game

Break in a new pair of boots

Bar hop all night on Thursday

and give your friend a stick and poke tattoo

Pretty far from a small town no name

I love the things you do

But they ain’t from your mother

And they ain’t from your father

You must’ve got it from your Alma Mater