My oh my
I used to sit with my dad in the garageThat sawdust that pine sol and the mossAround every spring when the winter thawWe'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yardcouldn't have been older than 10but to me and my friendsthe voice on the other end might as well have been God's1995 the division seriesEdgars up to batbottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds thirdhere comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in timemy oh my the Mariners win itYes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king domeWe had just made history.
*Dave Niehaus announcing*and swung, Lined down the left field line for a base hit!Here comes Joey! Here comes Junior to third base!They're gonna wave him in! the throw to the plate will be .Late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship!!I don't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!
Laces woven barley holdin' that stitchthe creases are time amongst the grime and the gritWhere the leather he used to pound his fistsTo some its just a mitt, but see that glove was himYep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brimBlood under my chin, he taught me how to spitSunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt armsBig league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinnerAfter practice we listen to the M's in the kitchenAnd if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inningVoice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread its grand salami timeMy oh My another victory yes, my city my city.Childhood my life watchin' Griffey right under those lights
Under that light rain gleaming in that night came, cant stop nowKeep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the fieldMake history in between the base pathand compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break thatfrom the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it backI don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card boardMemories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawerthis is what you make of it yeah we play to winLive it like we're under the lights of the stadium fight until the day that God decided to wave us in,right until he waves us inIt's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lightsMy city my city childhood that's right NiehausMy oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lightsits my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.