My Oh My

I used to sit with my dad in the garage

That sawdust that pine sol and the moss

Around every spring when the winter thaw

We'd huddle around the radio twist the broken knob

710 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus voice would echo throughout the yard

Couldn't have been older than 10

But to me and my friends

The voice on the other end might as well have been God's

1995 the division series

Edgars up to bat

Bottom of the 11th inning got the whole town listening,

Swung on and belted the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third

Here comes Griffey the throw to the plate's not in time

My oh my the Mariners win it

Yes, fire works they lit up ceiling in the king dome

We 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 stitch

The creases are time amongst the grime and the grit

Where the leather he used to pound his fists

To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him

Yep, tell me stories on the field with that sun stained brim

Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit

Sunflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt arms

Big league chew, yeah we were like the sand lot after dinner

After practice we listen to the M's in the kitchen

And if mom wasn't trippin' come on dad please I swear just one more inning

Voice went pump pump through the system break out the Rye bread it's grand salami time

My 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, can't stop now

Keep moving no break pads came here to prove a point, live my life on the field

Make history in between the base path

And compete against the fear that is in me that's my only barrier and I swear I'm going to break that

From the mud the cleats that we drug threw the feet this is that moment and you cannot take it back

I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old card board

Memories embedded in the dust, in the fighters that age just like us livin' some where off in the drawer

This is what you make of it yeah we play to win

Live 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 in

It's my city my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights

My city my city childhood that's right Niehaus

My oh My come on, my city my city childhood my life that's right under those lights

It's my city my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in peace.