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
7 10 AM no KJR Dave Niehaus
voice would echo
through out 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
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