|
Lyrics for 'No 29' by 'Steve Earle'
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
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
0-9
|
