Highway 29 - Bruce Springsteen 
 
C                F                            C 
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven 
                                        Am7 
I said there's no smokin' in the store ma'am 
C/G                       F 
She crossed her legs and then 
                                                     C 
We made some small talk, that's where it should have stopped 
                 Am7     C/G            F 
She slipped me a number, I put it in my pocket 
                                                      C 
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind 
                    Am7  F 
In that little roadhouse 
           C 
On highway 29 

                    F               C 
It was a small town bank, it was a mess 
             Am7  C/G           F
Well I had a gun, you know the rest 

Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood 
            C                     Am7         F
And she was cryin', her and me we headed south 
           C
On highway 29 
 
                       Am7                           F 
In a little desert motel, the air it was hot and clean 
                         C               G 
l slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream 
                 Am7                           F 
I woke in the morning washed my face in the sink 
                     C                            G
We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the borderline 

           F                             C 
The winter sun, shot through the black trees 
                   Am7
I told myself it was all something in her 
          C/G                 F
But as we drove I knew it was something in me 
                                          C
Something had been comin' for a long long time 
                       Am7          F
And something that was here with me now 
            C
On highway 29 

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                                F             C
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline 
                     Am7  C/G              F
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream 

The wind come silent through the windshield 
                                      C
All I could see was snow and sky and pines 
                             Am7
I closed my eyes and I was runnin', 
C/G                          F
Yeah, I was runnin' then I was flyin'..... 

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