Y'all let me get away with doing one by myself.
Bucky Baxter is going to help me with this.
Some of y'all might know this guy.
There's one in every small town.
And a whole shitload of them in the cities.
I was born and raised here.
This town's my town.
Everybody knows my name.
Ever since the glass plant closed down.
Things around here ain't never been the same.
I got me a good job alright.
Some nights take me to another town.
Back when I was number 29.
I was pretty good then.
Wasn't slow, don't you know.
Buddy, I could really fly.
Everyone in the town came hip-flash.
Horn blast in the autumn Friday night.
Sally yelled her heart out.
Pushed them back, way back.
I was hers and she was mine.
Back when I was number 29.
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We was playing Smithville, big boys, Farm boys.
Second down, 4-2, gold.
Buba brought the plays away.



And good call, my ball, now they're gonna see a show
But mother let his man go, I cut him back
Heard it cracked, still hurts me but I don't mind
Reminds me I was number 29
I go to the ballgames, cold nights, half pints
Friday night, I'm always here
Got a pretty good team, good boys, strong boys
District champs the last three years
And we got a little tailback, he's pretty quick
Real slick, he's got a little tailback

Take him for a stick sometime
Cause nowadays he's number 29
Well I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, brass rings
I've already captured mine
Back when I was number 29
I'm number 29
This has been the thrill of my life and that's no *
Thank y'all, good night
Thank y'all, good night