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I was born and raised here this town's my town |
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Everybody knows my name |
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But ever since the glass plant closed down |
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Things round here ain't never been the same |
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I got me a good job alright but some nights |
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Take me to another time |
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Back when i was no. 29 |
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I was pretty good then don't you know watch him go |
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Buddy i could really fly |
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Everyone in town came, hip flasks, horn blasts |
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Any autumn friday night |
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Sally yelled her heart out push em back, way back |
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I was hers and she was mine |
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Back when i was no. 29 |
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We were playin' smithville big boys, farm boys |
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Second down and four to go |
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Bubba brought the play in good call my ball |
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Now they're gonna see a show |
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But bubba let his man go i cut back, heard it crack |
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It still hurts me but i don't mind |
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Reminds me i was no. 29 |
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Now i go to the ballgames cold nights, half pints |
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Friday nights i'm always here |
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We got a pretty good team, good boys, strong boys |
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District champs the last three years |
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Got a little tailback pretty slick, real quick |
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I take him for a steak sometimes |
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Nowadys he's no. 29 |
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I don't follow rainbows, big dreams, brass rings |
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I've already captured mine |
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Back when i was no. 29 |