Steve Earle - No. 29 lyrics

I was born and raised here this town's my town Everybody knows my name But ever since the gla** plant closed down Things round here ain't never been the same I got me a good job alright but some nights Take me to another time Back when i was no. 29 I was pretty good then don't you know watch him go Buddy i could really fly Everyone in town came, hip flasks, horn blasts Any autumn friday night Sally yelled her heart out push em back, way back I was hers and she was mine Back when i was no. 29 We were playin' smithville big boys, farm boys Second down and four to go Bubba brought the play in good call my ball Now they're gonna see a show But bubba let his man go i cut back, heard it crack It still hurts me but i don't mind Reminds me i was no. 29 Now i go to the ballgames cold nights, half pints Friday nights i'm always here We got a pretty good team, good boys, strong boys District champs the last three years Got a little tailback pretty slick, real quick I take him for a steak sometimes Nowadys he's no. 29 I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, bra** rings I've already captured mine Back when i was no. 29