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(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
Written by Steve Earle
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