Intro:F C Am G FF C I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size sevenAm I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am."G F She crossed her legs and thenF C We made some small talk that's where it should have stoppedAm G F She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocketF C My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mindAm F G C In that little roadhouse... On Highway 29F C It was a small town bank it was a messAm G F Well I had a gun you know the restF Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in bloodC Am F G C And she was cryin', her and me we headed south... On Highway 29Am F In a little desert motel the air was hot and cleanC G I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dreamAm F I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sinkC G We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border lineF C The winter sun shot through the black treesAm I told myself it was all something in herG F But as we drove I knew it was something in meF C Something that'd been comin' for a long long timeAm F G C And something that was here with me now... On Highway 29F C Am G FF C Am G FF C The road was filled with broken glass and gasolineAm G F She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dreamF The wind come silent through the windshieldC All I could see was snow, sky and pinesAm G I closed my eyes and I was runnin'F I was runnin' then I was flyin'F C Am G FF
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