Highway 29

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

Money on the floorboards, shirt was 
covered in blood
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And she was cryin'; her and me 
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we headed south
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On Highway 29.

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

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The winter sun shot through the 
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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 
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something in me,
Something that'd been comin' for a 
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long, long time
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And something that was here with me
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 now
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On Highway 29.

[Fill]
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The road was filled with broken 
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glass and gasoline.
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She wasn't saying nothin'; it was 
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just a dream.

The wind come silent through the 
windshield,
All I could see was snow, sky and 
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pines.
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I closed my eyes and I was runnin'.
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I was runnin' and then I was flyin'