Number 29

	  		 
No. 29 
 
by Steve Earle 
 
C I was born and raised here,  
This town's my town 
G Everybody knows my C name 
But C ever since the glass plant  
Closed down things round 
G Here ain't ever been the C same 
Well F I got me a good job 
Alright, some nights 
C Take me to a G nother C time (walk down bass) 
G Back when I was number twenty C nine 
 
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 playing 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 3 years 
Got a little tailback 
Pretty slick, real quick 
I take him for a steak sometimes 
Nowadays he's number 29 
 
F I don't follow rainbows 
Big dreams, brass rings 
C I've already G captured C mine (walk down bass) 
G Back when I was number 2{C}9