Steve Earle - No. 29 Lyrics
I was born and raised here this town's my townEverybody knows my nameBut ever since the glass plant closed downThings round here ain't never been the sameI got me a good job alright but some nightsTake me to another timeBack when i was no. 29I was pretty good then don't you know watch him goBuddy i could really flyEveryone in town came, hip flasks, horn blastsAny autumn friday nightSally yelled her heart out push em back, way backI was hers and she was mineBack when i was no. 29We were playin' smithville big boys, farm boysSecond down and four to goBubba brought the play in good call my ballNow they're gonna see a showBut bubba let his man go i cut back, heard it crackIt still hurts me but i don't mindReminds me i was no. 29Now i go to the ballgames cold nights, half pintsFriday nights i'm always hereWe got a pretty good team, good boys, strong boysDistrict champs the last three yearsGot a little tailback pretty slick, real quickI take him for a steak sometimesNowadys he's no. 29I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, brass ringsI've already captured mineBack when i was no. 29
