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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHighway 29
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size 7I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am"She crossed her legs and thenWe made some small talk that's where it should have stoppedShe slipped me her number, I put it in my pocketMy hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mindIn that little roadhouseOn highway 29It was a small town bank it was a messWell I had a gun you know the restMoney on the floorboards, shirt was covered in bloodAnd she was cryin', her and me we headed southOn highway 29In a little desert motel the air was hot and cleanI slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dreamI woke in the morning, washed my face in the sinkWe headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border lineThe winter sun shot thru the black treesI told myself it was all something in herBut as we drove I knew it was something in meSomething that had been comin' for a long timeAnd something that was here with me nowOn highway 29The road was filled with broken glass and gasolineShe wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dreamThe wind was coming silent thru the windshieldAll I could see was snow, sky and pinesI closed my eyes and was runnin'I was runnin' then I was flyin'
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