Lyrics

[Verse]
My old man grew up in Flint, hard town made of steel,
Hammerin' tin with calloused hands, he knew how to feel,
Hard work taught the value of family and pride,
Through struggles and the joy, love never dies.

[Verse 2]
He always lends a helping hand, no matter who you are,
Fixing broken lives and hearts, he's our brightest star,
Loves music and history docs, finds joy in the past,
With grandkids, nieces, nephews, those moments last.

[Chorus]
'Round the table, we gather close, stories that we share,
Detroit sports on every night, cats on the old man's chair,
Memories weave a melody, of a life so bold,
In every single word he speaks, history unfolds.

[Verse 3]
Sundays down by the riverside, fishing rod in hand,
Teaching all the young ones how to make a stand,
With patience deep as the ocean, kindness pure as gold,
A book of life he's written, every line retold.

[Bridge]
Through the ups and the downs, he's the rock we trust,
In the hallowed halls of our hearts, his legacy's a must,
His laughter’s a sweet melody, a tune we'll always play,
In the rhythm of his giving, we find our way.

[Chorus]
'Round the table, we gather close, stories that we share,
Detroit sports on every night, cats on the old man's chair,
Memories weave a melody, of a life so bold,
In every single word he speaks, history unfolds.