On ol' Hayden's Southern Border,
reared against the sky.
Proudly stands our Alma Mater
as the years go by.
Praise to thee our Alma Mater,
molder of mankind.
Greater glory, love unending,
be forever thine.
When ol Hayden School first gets a
we're gonna thrill ol Alabama's
We're gonna put our team right on the
We're gonna' do it with a knock,
knock, knock, knock, knock.
And when we roll right through those
for our ol HHS they'll clear the way,
clear the way.
Then we all will shout hooray, shout
For Ol' HHS.