Highway 29 Bruce Springsteen
Intro: C
I slipped on her [F]shoe; she was a perfect size [C]seven.
I said, "There's no smoking in the store, [Am7]ma'am."[C/G]
She crossed her legs and [F]then
We made some small talk; that's where it should have [C]stopped.
She slipped me her [Am7]number;[C/G] I put it in my [F]pocket.
My hand slipped up her skirt; everything slipped my [C]mind
In that little [Am7]roadhouse[F]
On Highway [C]29.
It was a small town bank; it was a mess.
Well, I had a gun. You know the rest.
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
And she was cryin'; her and me we headed south
On Highway 29.
In a little desert mo[Am7]tel, the air was hot and [F]clean.
I slept the sleep of the [C]dead; I didn't [G]dream.
I woke in the [Am7]morning, washed my face in the [F]sink.
We headed into the Sie[C]rra Madres, 'cross the border [G]line.
The winter sun shot through the black trees
I told myself it was all something in her
But as we drove I knew it was something in me,
Something that'd been comin' for a long, long time
And something that was here with me now
On Highway 29.
Fill: C with walking bass notes: C F G A G C
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline.
She wasn't saying nothin'; it was just a dream.
The wind come silent through the windshield,
All I could see was snow, sky and pines.
I closed my eyes and I was runnin'.
I was runnin' and then I was flyin'
Outro: F C Am7 C/G F
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