Steve Earle and The Dukes - 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 Nowadays he's No. 29 I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, bra** rings I've already captured mine Back when I was No. 29