My Oh My chords

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[C] 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
[C]710 AM no KJR Dave N[C]iehaus voice would echo throughout the yard
Couldn't have b[C]een older than 10
But to me and my friends
The voice [C]on the other end might as well have been God's
[F]1995 the division series
[F]Edgars up to bat
Bottom of the 11th inning got the wh[C]ole town listening,
Swung on and belted[C] the words that started, Joey Cora rounds third
H[Em]ere comes Griffey the thr[G]ow to the plate's not in t[C]ime
My oh my the M[G]ariners win it
Y[Am]es, fire works they lit [G]up ceiling in the k[F]ing dome
We had j[C]ust 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 pl[F]ay for the American League Championship!
I d[C]on't believe it! It just continues! MY OH MY!

[C] 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 st[C]ories on the field with that sun stained brim
Bl[C]ood under my chin, he taught me how to spit
S[C]unflower seeds back when me and my crew sun burnt [C]arms
Big league chew, yeah we were like the s[F]and lot after dinner
After practice we listen to the [F]M's in the kitchen
And if mom wasn't trippin' come on d[C]ad please I swear just one more inning
V[C]oice went pump pump through the system break out the R[Em]ye bread it's gr[G]and salami time
My oh M[C]y another vict[G]ory yes, my c[Am]ity my city.
Childh[G]ood my life watchin' Gr[F]iffey right under those l[C]ights

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Under that l[C]ight rain gleaming in that[G] night came, can't st[Am]op now
Keep moving no br[F]eak pads c[G]ame here to prove a point, live my l[G]ife on the field
Make h[Em]istory in between the b[G]ase path
And comp[C]ete against the fear that is [G]in me that's my only barr[Am]ier and I swear I'm going to br[F]eak that
From the m[G]ud the cleats that we dr[G]ug threw the feet this is that m[Em]oment and you cannot t[G]ake it back
[Am] I don't really collect c[G]ards anymore, just a b[F]ox and some old card b[C]oard
Memories emb[Am]edded in the dust, in the f[G]ighters that age just like [F]us livin' some where [C]off in the drawer
[C] This is what you make of it yeah we play to win
Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium f[Em]ight until the day that God decided to wave us in,
Right until he waves us in
It's my c[C]ity my city childhood my life that's right right under those lights
My c[Em]ity my city childhood that's right Niehaus
My oh My come on, my c[C]ity my city childhood my life that's right under those lights
It's my c[Em]ity my city childhood my life Niehaus My oh My Rest in p[C]eace.