From Thompson Boling, to the Shooter�s Wristband From the Dogwood forest, to the Tennessee waters This land be A � N � G � I �E Banners at the Boling - In the shadow of the formers Near the Lady Vol office - she sleep in her dormers Opponents are grumblin' and all are yearnin' Wish they had some A � N � G � I �E As she was ruling a Summitt of playway She saw above her one endless Natty She saw below her anutter trophy I done told y�all This land be A � N � G � I �E |