“Roll Tide Roll”
Copyright 2009
Words by Michael D. Harris
Music by Garth Brooks and Pat Alger

Verse 1
Six-thirty in the evening, not a soul in sight.
Tuscaloosa is a ghost town on a Bama football night.
Walking in the stadium just like the legend says,
a storm is brewing on the field in a tidal wave of red.
Roll Tide roll, roll Tide roll.

Verse 2
From the swamp lands down in Baton Rouge to the hedges of Georgia.
The Razorbacks in Arkansas to the Gators of Florida.
From the Volunteers down in Tennessee to the Rebels at Ol Miss,
They’ll never stop that Crimson storm as the Tide comes rolling in.
Roll Tide roll, roll Tide roll.

Chorus
Roll Tide roll, and the lightning strikes,
another team stopped cold by the Crimson Tide.
As the Tide rolls on out of control, deep from your heart
yell Roll Tide Roll!

Verse 3
On a cold day in November, it’s a down home Southern feud.
The Tide sends out a warning to the boys in burnt orange and blue.
No matter how your War Eagle flies this war is for state pride.
You’ll feel the stinging of defeat by the Alabama Crimson Tide.
Roll Tide roll, Yell Roll Tide Roll!

Chorus
Roll Tide roll, and the lightning strikes,
another team stopped cold by the Crimson Tide.
As the Tide rolls on out of control, deep from your heart
yell Roll Tide Roll!