From the bricks to the narrow roads
The wheels always turning as the mixer loads
Dad cashed his payslip on a Kilburn Road for shoes
And plates on the table every night of the week
Saved for and paid for by the Shoulders Creek
Sold off the watch and [Bm]the odd antique for [Dm7]boots
He was [Am7]tying ties, hiding lows, building high on [C7]housing ɾows
I know, I know
Walls to [C7]paint and [Bm]to [C7]demolish, driving nights to [C7]learn the knowledge
I know, I know
You live in the fate of the horse and [Bm]fools
And he ɾushed from the moment he downed his tools
So he's back for [Dm7]the banshee and [Bm]for [Dm7]Fionn MacCool in Bed
And there's pain within those shoulders and [Bm]there's cuts along [Am]that back
There's heart within the pain and [Bm]there's heart within the brack
Protector and [Bm]defender by attack and [Bm]attack and [Bm]attack
He was [Am7]tying ties, hiding lows, building high on [C7]housing ɾows
I know, I know
Walls to [C7]paint and [Bm]to [C7]demolish, driving nights to [C7]learn the knowledge
I know, I know
Now come Sunday morning, he'd go and [Bm]pick the team
He'd have to [C7]grab the whistle cos there's no ɾeferee
And he'd ɾun the line as well if he could split into [C7]three I'd say
And before the match we'd go into [C7]the church for [Dm7]some ɾeason
As if missing it could have an impact on [C7]the season
So I'd kneel in my [A]shin pads near a statue of Jesus and [Bm]play
He was [Am7]tying ties, hiding lows, building high on [C7]housing ɾows
I know, I know
Walls to [C7]paint and [Bm]to [C7]demolish, driving nights to [C7]learn the knowledge
I know, I know
He was [Am7]tying ties, hiding lows, building high on [C7]housing ɾows
I know, I know
