Macklemore, Ryan Lewis - My Oh My lyrics
[Macklemore, Ryan Lewis - My Oh My lyrics]
I used to sit with my dad in the garage
That sawdust, that Pinesol, and the moss
Around every spring, when the winter thawed
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 edgar's up to bat
Bottom of the 11th inning
Got the whole town listening
"Swung on and belted
" the words distorted "Joey
Cora rounds third!
Here comes Griffey! The throw to
The plate’s not in time!
My, oh my, the Mariners win it!"
Yes fireworks
They lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome
We had just made history
"Swung on and 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, barely holdin’ that stitch
The creases of 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 with me and my crew
Sunburnt arms big League Chew
Yeah we were like, The Sandlot after dinner
After practice we'd 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 game, can't stop now
Keep moving, no brake pads!
Came here to prove a point
Live my life on the field
Make history in between the base paths
And compete against the fear that
Is in me that’s my only barrier and I swear
That I'mma break that! From the mud
The cleats that we drug through the feet
This is that moment
And you can't take it back
I don’t really collect cards anymore
Just a box and some old cardboard
Memories embedded in the dust
In the fibres that age just like us
Livin’ somewhere 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
Decides to wave us in
Right, until he waves us in
It’s my city, my city, childhood
My life that’s 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
That sawdust, that Pinesol, and the moss
Around every spring, when the winter thawed
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 edgar's up to bat
Bottom of the 11th inning
Got the whole town listening
"Swung on and belted
" the words distorted "Joey
Cora rounds third!
Here comes Griffey! The throw to
The plate’s not in time!
My, oh my, the Mariners win it!"
Yes fireworks
They lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome
We had just made history
"Swung on and 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, barely holdin’ that stitch
The creases of 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 with me and my crew
Sunburnt arms big League Chew
Yeah we were like, The Sandlot after dinner
After practice we'd 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 game, can't stop now
Keep moving, no brake pads!
Came here to prove a point
Live my life on the field
Make history in between the base paths
And compete against the fear that
Is in me that’s my only barrier and I swear
That I'mma break that! From the mud
The cleats that we drug through the feet
This is that moment
And you can't take it back
I don’t really collect cards anymore
Just a box and some old cardboard
Memories embedded in the dust
In the fibres that age just like us
Livin’ somewhere 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
Decides to wave us in
Right, until he waves us in
It’s my city, my city, childhood
My life that’s 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