Steve Earle Lyrics
Steve Earle Lyrics
"No. 29 Lyrics"
Marooned Lyrics
I know from a lesser tribe I suppose the range of my intelligence is way too wide And you don't see me 'cause I don't have much to say
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
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
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 pre
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
I know from a lesser tribe I suppose the range of my intelligence is way too wide And you don't see me 'cause I don't have much to say
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
You Don't Mess Around With Jim Lyrics
(Jim Croce) Uptowns got it hustlers The bowery's got its bums 42nd street got big jim walker He's a pool shootin' son of a gun Yeah h
know watch him go (Jim Croce) Uptowns got it hustlers The bowery's got its bums 42nd street got big jim walker He's a pool shootin' son of a gun Yeah h
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
Out Of My Mind Lyrics
Out of my mind I get happy I get bitter I can even miss a city I get broken I get mended I can sometimes get offended I get
to go Out of my mind I get happy I get bitter I can even miss a city I get broken I get mended I can sometimes get offended I get
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 pre
Dreams Of Dancing Lyrics
I see you in my dreams - You are so far from me I know you from my dreams - you are so strange to me Our hearts touched thousand times - Y
tty good team, good boys, strong boys I see you in my dreams - You are so far from me I know you from my dreams - you are so strange to me Our hearts touched thousand times - Y
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