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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 sameI got me a good job alright but some nights

Take me to another time

Back when I was Number 29I 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 nightSally yelled her heart out push 'em back, way back

I was hers and she was mine

Back when I was Number 29We 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 showBut 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 29Now, 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 yearsGot a little tailback pretty quick, real slick

I take him for a steak sometimes

Nowadays he's Number 29I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, brass rings

I've already captured mine

Back when I was Number 29

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