In Knoxville’s heart where the river bends,
A tale unfolds, as the legend sends
His shadow long, through oak and time,
Peyton returns, in rhythm and rhyme.
The sun, a gold crown on the hills so proud,
Raises a cheer, a jubilant crowd,
With thunderous roars from the faithful clan,
The Sheriff rides high, Tennessee’s man.
Not in silver spurs or dusty boots,
But in coaching gear, where ambition roots,
He wears the orange like a crown reborn,
With dreams as fierce as the autumn’s morn.
The echoes of Neyland—oh how they call!
In the air, the spirit of champions tall,
With every step on the hallowed ground,
The whispers of victory in history found.
From gridiron glories and trophies divine,
To the heart of the Vols, where legacies shine,
Peyton, the mark of a quarterback sage,
Now turns the page, on a brand new stage
With playbooks in hand, and passion aflame,
He walks with a purpose—igniting the game.
The fans paint the sky with orange and white,
As hope blooms anew, in the soft fading light.
He speaks of heart, of grit, and of pride,
Of battles ahead, and the thrill of the ride.
In each measured word, a promise unfolds,
Of victories waiting, and stories retold.
The thrill of the season, the pulse of the crowd,
In Knoxville, tonight, we are fierce and proud.
The Sheriff rides in, with dreams to ignite,
Together we rise, to claim back the night.
So let the banners wave, let the cheers resound,
For Peyton has come, where destiny’s found.
This is our moment, let history weave,
A new chapter starts, in the town we believe