Highway 29 chords
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[INTRO]
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
I slipped on her [F]shoe, she was a perfect size [C]seven
I said "There's no smokin' in[Am] the store ma'am."
[G]She crossed her legs and [F]then
We made some [F]small talk that's where it should have [C]stopped
She slipped me her [Am]number, [G]I put it in my [F]pocket
My hand slipped up her [F]skirt, everything slipped my [C]mind
In that little [Am]roadhouse..[F] . On [G]Highway [C]29
It was a small town [F]bank it was a [C]mess
Well I [Am]had a gun [G]you know the [F]rest
Money on the floor[F]boards, shirt was covered in blood
And she was [C]cryin', her and me we [Am]headed south..[F] . On [G]Highway [C]29
In a little desert mo[Am]tel the air was hot and [F]clean
I slept the sleep of the [C]dead, I didn't [G]dream
I woke in the [Am]morning, washed my face in the [F]sink
We headed into the [C]Sierra Madres 'cross the border [G]line
The winter [F]sun shot through the black [C]trees
I told myself it was all something in [Am]her
But as we [G]drove I knew it was something in [F]me
Something that'd been [F]comin' for a long long [C]time
And something that was [Am]here with me now..[F] . On [G]Highway [C]29
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
The road was filled with broken [F]glass and gaso[C]line
She wasn't sayin' [Am]nothin',[G] it was just a [F]dream
The wind come silent through the [F]windshield
All I could see was snow, [C]sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was [Am]runnin' [G]
I was runnin' then I was [F]flyin'
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
[F]
[INTRO]
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
I slipped on her [F]shoe, she was a perfect size [C]seven
I said "There's no smokin' in[Am] the store ma'am."
[G]She crossed her legs and [F]then
We made some [F]small talk that's where it should have [C]stopped
She slipped me her [Am]number, [G]I put it in my [F]pocket
My hand slipped up her [F]skirt, everything slipped my [C]mind
In that little [Am]roadhouse..[F] . On [G]Highway [C]29
It was a small town [F]bank it was a [C]mess
Well I [Am]had a gun [G]you know the [F]rest
Money on the floor[F]boards, shirt was covered in blood
And she was [C]cryin', her and me we [Am]headed south..[F] . On [G]Highway [C]29
In a little desert mo[Am]tel the air was hot and [F]clean
I slept the sleep of the [C]dead, I didn't [G]dream
I woke in the [Am]morning, washed my face in the [F]sink
We headed into the [C]Sierra Madres 'cross the border [G]line
The winter [F]sun shot through the black [C]trees
I told myself it was all something in [Am]her
But as we [G]drove I knew it was something in [F]me
Something that'd been [F]comin' for a long long [C]time
And something that was [Am]here with me now..[F] . On [G]Highway [C]29
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
The road was filled with broken [F]glass and gaso[C]line
She wasn't sayin' [Am]nothin',[G] it was just a [F]dream
The wind come silent through the [F]windshield
All I could see was snow, [C]sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was [Am]runnin' [G]
I was runnin' then I was [F]flyin'
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
[F]
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