“…Rocky Top, you’ll always be,
Home sweet home to me,
Good old Rocky Top,
Rocky Top Tennessee,
Rocky Top Tennessee!”

Casey at Quarterback
“The outlook wasn’t brilliant
for the Knoxville team that day;
The record stood at two and three
with six more games to play.
And then when Joey failed to click,
and A.J. did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
 
Then from a hundred thousand fans
there rose a lusty shout;
It rumbled through Wears Valley,
it rattled in Mascot;
It knocked upon the mountains
as the crowd heard Clausen’s name.
For Casey, mighty Casey,
was starting his first game.
 
There was ease in Casey’s manner
as he ran onto the field
There was pride in Casey’s bearing,
his shoulder apparently healed.
And when, responding to the cheers,
he sneered at a defender,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt
 ‘twas Casey under center.
 
A million eyes were on him
and a chill ran up his spine;
The orange-clad throng applauded
when he audibled at the line.
And now the center snaps the ball,
and hits the noseguard low,
And now the air is shattered
by the force of Casey’s throw…
 
Oh somewhere in this favored land
the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere,
and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere men are laughing,
and somewhere students shout;
But is there joy in Knoxville?
On this day, we’ll find out.