Highway 29

	  		

Tuning: Standard 

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I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven 
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I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am." 
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She crossed her legs and then 
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We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped 
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She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket 
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My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind 
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In that little roadhouse... On Highway 29 

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It was a small town bank it was a mess 
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Well I had a gun you know the rest 
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Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood 
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And she was cryin', her and me we headed south... On Highway 29 

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In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean 
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I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream 
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I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink 
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We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line 

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The winter sun shot through the black trees 
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I told myself it was all something in her 
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But as we drove I knew it was something in me 
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Something that'd been comin' for a long long time 
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And something that was here with me now... On Highway 29 


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The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline 
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She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream 
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The wind come silent through the windshield 
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All I could see was snow, sky and pines 
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I closed my eyes and I was runnin' 
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I was runnin' then I was flyin' 


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