Three Hundred Seventeen — A Song Inspired by Salvador Perez ties George Brett all-time Kansas City Royals home run record

[Verse 1]
The old name slept above the wall
In letters bolted to the blue
Every summer took its turn
Every kid knew what was true

He came up wearing dust and work
Mask marks cut into his face
Not built like a marble king
Built like somebody who would stay

[Pre-Chorus]
And the count went quiet
And the lights leaned in
One more breath in the barrel
One more scar on the grip

[Chorus]
Three hundred seventeen
Thunder in the same machine
Three hundred seventeen
Old crown shaking in the seams
Not a borrowed name
Not a paper dream
He put his hands on history
Three hundred seventeen

[Verse 2]
Brett was a ghost in the rafters
Gold dust under every seat
You do not chase a statue down
You just keep swinging through the heat

Years of foul tips on the shoulder
Years of knees against the stone
Then the ball rose like a verdict
And the whole town felt it go

[Pre-Chorus]
And the count went quiet
And the lights leaned in
One more breath in the barrel
One more scar on the grip

[Chorus]
Three hundred seventeen
Thunder in the same machine
Three hundred seventeen
Old crown shaking in the seams
Not a borrowed name
Not a paper dream
He put his hands on history
Three hundred seventeen

[Bridge]
Some records sit like courthouse doors
Some records wait like open fields
Some men ask the past for mercy
Some men show it what they build

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus]
Three hundred seventeen
Thunder in the same machine
Three hundred seventeen
Old crown shaking in the seams
Let the rafters ring
Let the summer scream
The worker takes the royal seat
Three hundred seventeen
Three hundred seventeen