🍺 The British Pub Song That Makes Every Son Call His Dad

🍺 This one isn't about football. It's about the man who took you to your first game. And everything he never had to say out loud. 🎵 What you will hear: A piano that opens like a memory Acoustic guitar and a voice that knows what loss feels like The song every son carries home after the final whistle Perfect for: Sunday mornings, long drives, or anyone who still picks up the phone at full time. 🔔 Subscribe for more anthems from the British pub: 👉    / @britishpubanthems   👍 Like if your dad taught you everything without saying a word 💬 How old were you when he first took you to a match? Drop it below. He took me on the bus when I was seven years old Told me hold your scarf up, son, against the cold Lifted me above the crowd so I could see the pitch Said remember this, remember this The smell of cigarettes and grass and something fried Forty thousand people and my dad by my side I didn't understand the offside rule back then But I understood that this was where men went He never said he loved me Not in so many words But every single Saturday I heard it Every single Saturday I heard it Fathers and sons Standing in the rain Fathers and sons Doing it all again What gets passed down Isn't silverware or gold It's a scarf around your shoulders And a story to be told Fathers and sons That's what this has always been The greatest thing my father gave me Was everything he'd seen I know the exact seat where he used to sit Section C, row seven, right at the edge of it He'd lean forward when we attacked, go quiet when we scored Like the goal itself was too much to afford He stopped coming when his knees gave way in '03 But he'd ring me at full time and I'd tell him what he'd see And his voice would lift a little when I said we'd won The way a father's voice does When he's proud of his son He never said he loved me Not in so many words But every single Saturday I heard it Every single Saturday I heard it Fathers and sons Standing in the rain Fathers and sons Doing it all again What gets passed down Isn't silverware or gold It's a scarf around your shoulders And a story to be told Fathers and sons That's what this has always been The greatest thing my father gave me Was everything he'd seen He's been gone six years now And I've got a boy of my own Eight years old last April And last month I took him home I lifted him above the crowd So he could see the pitch And I heard myself say Remember this, remember this He didn't understand the offside rule I told him that was fine He asked me why we sing when we are losing I said that's just the way we pass the time He fell asleep on the bus back home His scarf still round his neck And I thought of my old man And what I owe him yet Fathers and sons Standing in the rain Fathers and sons Doing it all again What gets passed down Isn't silverware or gold It's a scarf around your shoulders And a story to be told Fathers and sons That's what this has always been The greatest thing my father gave me Was everything he'd seen Remember this... Remember this... Fathers and sons... Fathers and sons... Remember this... british pub music, pub rock anthem, football song, fathers and sons, emotional pub song, british football anthem, working class music, pub singalong, english football song, music for friday night, british rock, terrace chant, football chant, father son song, emotional british music #BritishPubMusic #FathersAndSons #PubRock #FootballAnthem #BritishFootball #EmotionalMusic #PubSongs #WorkingClassMusic #EnglishFootball #BritishRock #PubSingalong #FootballChant #FatherSon #BritishMusic #PubAnthem