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 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 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 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

Got a little tailback pretty quick, 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