Lyrics

[Verse]
Grandpa lived in Flint Town, worked with metal and grit,
A tin knocker by trade, hands rough but never quit,
Raised a clan of children, filled with laughter and love,
A legacy of family, blessed by God above.

[Verse 2]
Folks called him a hero, the nieces and nephews knew,
On mornings he cooked breakfast, the smell of bacon grew,
Casey the cat would purr, by his side every day,
You’d find warmth in his kitchen, where the young ones came to play.

[Chorus]
He'd sit us down for stories, of history he'd seen,
Detroit sports teams playing, what it meant to dream,
From Red Wings to the Pistons, Tigers in the fall,
Grandpa's Flint Town legacy, always standing tall.

[Verse 3]
He’d gather us on Saturday, documentaries on,
A history of the nation, he'd pass knowledge on,
With insight and with wisdom, we'd learn by his knee,
The past came alive under Grandpa’s ancient tree.

[Verse 4]
Every holiday he'd host us, a feast for all to share,
His laughter filled the room, like magic in the air,
In Flint where he had settled, a hardworking man,
Grandpa built his fortress, with a heart and steady hand.

[Chorus]
He'd sit us down for stories, of history he'd seen,
Detroit sports teams playing, what it meant to dream,
From Red Wings to the Pistons, Tigers in the fall,
Grandpa's Flint Town legacy, always standing tall.