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Artist:Rod Stewart  Album:The Tears Of Hercules  Writer:Rod Stewart/Kevin Savigar  Composer:Rod Stewart/Kevin Savigar  Release Year:2021 

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There he'd stand Every Saturday afternoon Rain pouring down that well worn face With a cigarette in his mouth Part of a tiny noisy crowd He'd watch his sons play the game he loved He would tell us lots of stories Of heroes and glories And the pride of the Wembley Wizards and Busby Babes His enthusiasm was infectious He bought us football boots for Christmas Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade I remember one time being three down at halftime So, we looked at dad for a plan to turn the tide He said, "Son we're not here to have fun" That winger's trying to welch me a muck Tackle him hard, and leave him face down in the mud On the touchline On the touchline, our dad A sturdy man of Caledonia and principles But of course, we all believed him to be invincible A father with a heart of a lion But as time went

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