Bills, Blood, and Buffalo Wings

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[Intro]
Josh Allen on the TV
Blue jersey, snow on screen
Down here in Arkansas heat
We still freezing for that team (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Buffalo Bills Mafia
Right here on this old red dirt
Amrhein name on the mailbox leans
But the pride still works
Rust on the hitch
Smoke from the grill
Dad built twenty years of sweat
Still paying that bill

[Chorus]
Buffalo Bills Mafia, raise that flag
From Orchard Park to this country back road rag
In the Amrhein trailer, you can feel that flame
Dad’s twenty-year legacy, running in our veins
Buffalo Bills Mafia, shout that name
Grease on our fingers, hot wings on a paper plate
From Arkansas fields to that icy gate
We were born for this
We were born for this fate

[Verse 2]
Wings in a Tupperware bowl
Hot sauce stain on the floor
Mom yelling, “Use a napkin”
Crowd noise shaking the door
Dad in his chair like a throne
Callin’ plays under his breath
Two decades of graveyard shifts
Still standing, never left

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
This for the long nights
This for the long drives
This for the busted knuckles
Keeping all of us alive
This for the folding chairs
Lined up in the tiny yard
Twenty years of showing us
How to love a life that’s hard

[Chorus]