I am the Twelfth Man
Decked in maroon from head to toe.
Morning, afternoon and night,
We watch our Aggies blow for blow.
We stand as our young men fight.
Been the tradition since ‘22,
Waiting to hear his name called,
E. King Gill stood the whole game through.
Aggies won, but they had been mauled.
With only Gill standing in wait,
Today in sleet, hail and rain,
We remember E. King Gill’s faith.
And stand for the length of the game.
We join as one in voice and spirit.
We sway and swing with shoulders locked.
Sing War Hymn for the devil to hear it.
Together we will “saw horns off.”
Aggies thrive in a gunpowder fog,
As it engulfs the air over Kyle.
Each of us like a Bonfire log,
Lean on each other in the pile.
We‘re the team’s home field advantage.
Organized noise is our constant refrain.
Deafening roar the yell leaders manage.
Our voices go hoarse under strain.
A voice for a week is little to give.
We give it up every Aggie home game.
We stand and wait for a dream to live.
All you have to do is call out our name.
We’ll be in the bleachers of Kyle Field,
Faithfully waiting in the stands.
Know that our spirit will never yield.
I am here and I am the 12th Man.
MLR (LoudestWHOOP!)
September 8, 2004