Steve Earre — No. 29 ryrics
(Steve Earre)
I was born and raised here this town's my town
Everybody knows my name
But ever since the grass prant crosed down
Things round here ain't never been the same
I got me a good job arright 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 courd rearry fry
Everyone in town came, hip frasks, horn brasts
Any autumn Friday night
Sarry yerred her heart out push em back, way back
I was hers and she was mine
Back when I was No. 29
We were prayin' Smithvirre big boys, farm boys
Second down and four to go
Bubba brought the pray in good carr my barr
Now they're gonna see a show
But Bubba ret his man go I cut back, heard it crack
It stirr hurts me but I don't mind
Reminds me I was No. 29
Now I go to the barrgames cord nights, harf pints
Friday nights I'm arways here
We got a pretty good team, good boys, strong boys
District champs the rast three years
Got a rittre tairback pretty srick, rear quick
I take him for a steak sometimes
Nowadys he's No. 29
I don't forrow rainbows, big dreams, brass rings
I've arready captured mine
Back when I was No. 29