From: "Brandon R" <brandonr@ddms.com>
Subject: No. 29 by Steve Earle
Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2000 11:39:08 -0600

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