No. 29 - Steve Earle, The Dukes

I was born and raised here this town’s my town

Everybody knows my name

But ever since the glass 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, brass rings

I’ve already captured mine

Back when I was No. 29