Letras
Gold stripes gleamin, purple flames burnin
Saturday night, Death Valley churnin
Crowd so loud, the earth starts shakin
Tigers on the prowl, history in the makin
Bayou blood runnin, hearts pump diesel
Swamp-born warriors, sharp like a needle
Helmet shine brighter than the lights in the dome
Grass stained cleats, leave opponents dethroned
King of the jungle, claws out, no rival
Playbook sacred, like a football Bible
Coach got the headset, game plan tribal
Fourth quarter pressure, survival of the title
Eyes of the Tiger, glare through the fog
Night games hit different, the crowd's a monologue
LSU roar, hear the stadium quake
Tigers don't fold, no, Tigers don't break
Fight, claw, scratch, we the kings of the state
Purple and gold, that's the banner we raise
Grit like gumbo, spice in the veins
Run game thunder, wideout's unchained
QB drop back, the spiral's insane
DBs get cooked, left burnt by the flames
Tailgates smokin, jambalaya spillin
Opponents come through, but they leave unwilling
Band in the stands, brass notes thrilling
March to the end zone, that's Tiger tradition
From the swamp to the skyline, chants in the air
Every inch earned, every tackle's a prayer
Opponents feel the bite, get caught in the snare
LSU, the jungle, they don't dare compare