Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No. 29, artist - Steve Earle. Date of issue: 31.12.1986
Song language: English
No. 29 |
| 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 |