Steve Earle - No. 29 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 around here ain't never been the same
I got me a good job all right
But some nights take me to another time
Back when I was number 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 number 29
We was playing Smithville, big boys
Farm boys second down and four to go
Bubba brought the play in, good call, my ball
Now they're going to 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 number 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
We got a little tailback, he's pretty quick
He's real slick
I take him for a steak sometimes
Nowadays he's number 29

I don't follow rainbows, big dreams
Brass rings i've already captured mine
Back when I was number 29