Graveyard Roots

Yeah.

Cold morning in Walsall.

Nineteen years old.

I had to carry the weight.

Nineteen from Walsall, stocky in the black suit Carried her coffin,

had to walk the hard route Lowered her down,

grabbed a handful of the clay Put the dirt on her,

watched her fade away Held it all together,

never let a tear fall Stand like a pillar,

had to protect them all (shhh)

There's pain in the knuckles,

hope in the stride We carry the family,

we swallow the pride From the dirt to the sky,

I'm building a name They can doubt all they want,

but I'm changing the game (yeah)

Money's been tight, had to scrape for the heat People looking down

when they pass on the street But I'm stepping in the ring,

training every single night Gloves laced tight,

working under dim light Changing my life like Carl Gallagher did

Building a legacy for my future kid They're gonna be proud of

the blood in their veins No more running from the struggle and

the rain

There's pain in the knuckles,

hope in the stride We carry the family,

we swallow the pride From the dirt to the sky,

I'm building a name They can doubt all they want,

but I'm changing the game (yeah)

I did it for you,

Nan.

Nineteen.

Walsall till I die. (shhh)