Steve Earle - No. 29 - Текст песни

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