When the Oilers Hit the Ice
melodic acoustic country
03:27
June 11, 2024 · By Suno Ai
Lyrics
When the Oilers Hit the Ice
[Verse]
Snow's a-fallin' in the heart of Edmonton,
Folks gather 'round for some hockey fun,
But the Oilers hit the ice, hearts fill with dread,
Seems our team’s already knocked out, left for dead.
[Verse 2]
Twenty years have come and gone, still the same old song,
Hopes rise in autumn, come winter, they're all gone,
Skatin' in circles, can't find the net,
In every Oilers fan, there's a gambler's regret.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Oilers hit the ice, and we pray for a win,
But the scoreboard tells the story, where do we begin?
Loyal hearts in the stands, through the highs and the lows,
In this rink of broken dreams, where the chill wind blows.
[Verse 3]
We remember the glory days, the dynasty of old,
Gretzky's magic touch, stories proudly told,
But now we’re just hopin' for a power play,
Countin' down the seconds to another loss, anyway.
[Verse 4]
Coach shakes his head, players look to the sky,
Seems no matter how they fight, they can't reach so high,
Fans in blue and orange still cheer them on,
In the hopes that somehow luck’ll mend what’s gone wrong.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Oilers hit the ice, and we pray for a win,
But the scoreboard tells the story, where do we begin?
Loyal hearts in the stands, through the highs and the lows,
In this rink of broken dreams, where the chill wind blows.
Snow's a-fallin' in the heart of Edmonton,
Folks gather 'round for some hockey fun,
But the Oilers hit the ice, hearts fill with dread,
Seems our team’s already knocked out, left for dead.
[Verse 2]
Twenty years have come and gone, still the same old song,
Hopes rise in autumn, come winter, they're all gone,
Skatin' in circles, can't find the net,
In every Oilers fan, there's a gambler's regret.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Oilers hit the ice, and we pray for a win,
But the scoreboard tells the story, where do we begin?
Loyal hearts in the stands, through the highs and the lows,
In this rink of broken dreams, where the chill wind blows.
[Verse 3]
We remember the glory days, the dynasty of old,
Gretzky's magic touch, stories proudly told,
But now we’re just hopin' for a power play,
Countin' down the seconds to another loss, anyway.
[Verse 4]
Coach shakes his head, players look to the sky,
Seems no matter how they fight, they can't reach so high,
Fans in blue and orange still cheer them on,
In the hopes that somehow luck’ll mend what’s gone wrong.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Oilers hit the ice, and we pray for a win,
But the scoreboard tells the story, where do we begin?
Loyal hearts in the stands, through the highs and the lows,
In this rink of broken dreams, where the chill wind blows.
