Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Those hands built more than rooftops and ductwork lines
They built a home, a life, a love that still stands the test of time
From sheet metal sweat to Sunday morning toast
He gave everything he had to what he loved the most

A Flint man through and through, with a Chevy out front
A Red Wings game on, and a cat on the hunt
History on the TV, Beatles in the air
You’d find him in the kitchen, like he’s always been there

[Chorus]
That’s my father —
With calloused hands and a gentle heart
Held this whole family from the very start
Raised us all with breakfast and the truth
And somehow made the hard times feel like proof
That love don’t always shout or make demands
Sometimes it just shows up — like my father’s hands

[Verse 2]
He never needed much to feel complete
Just a driveway full of Chevys and kids at his feet
He’s the uncle, the grandpa, the neighbor you’d trust
Always giving more than most of us must

Singing Motown while the bacon fries
With a sparkle of Detroit pride in his eyes
And when the world got loud, he’d never fold
Just turned up the Beatles and took a stronger hold

[Chorus]
That’s my father —
With calloused hands and a steady way
He taught me how to show up every day
How to fix what’s broke and not complain
And how a little love can ease the pain
He’s the reason I still try to be that man
Strong and kind — like my father’s hands

[Bridge]
He said, “Son, life’s like the Tigers — you win some, you lose,
But show up every inning, give it all, no excuse.”
Now I see it clear when I hold my kid’s hand,
I’m still learning to be half the man he is —
With my father’s hands

[Final Chorus]
That’s my father —
Flannel shirt and old-school charm
With the strength of steel and a heart that’s warm
He built a life on love and pride
Like a dugout full of kids on the third-base side
Now I stand on the field with my own little man
Passing down the game like only he can
And I carry it all, like a Tigers fan stands —
Strong and proud, with my father’s hands