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Lyrics for No. 29 by Steve Earle:
| | | Artist: | Steve Earle |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | No. 29 | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 81 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
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