Owuor Arunga - My Oh My lyrics

[Verse 1: Macklemore] 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 [Interlude: Dave Niehaus] "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!" [Verse 2: Macklemore] 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 [Verse 3: Macklemore] 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