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