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