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   Nowadays he's No. 29      I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, brass rings   I've already captured mine   Back when I was No. 29