Highway 29

Tuning: Standard Intro: I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am." She crossed her legs and then We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind In that little roadhouse... On Highway 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 motel the air was hot and clean I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border 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 The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline She wasn't sayin' 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' then I was flyin'