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.MUSICWe 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 showBut mother let his man go, I cut him backHeard it cracked, still hurts me but I don't mindReminds me I was number 29I go to the ballgames, cold nights, half pintsFriday night, I'm always hereGot a pretty good team, good boys, strong boysDistrict champs the last three yearsAnd we got a little tailback, he's pretty quickReal slick, he's got a little tailbackTake him for a stick sometimeCause nowadays he's number 29Well I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, brass ringsI've already captured mineBack when I was number 29I'm number 29This has been the thrill of my life and that's no *Thank y'all, good nightThank y'all, good night