C            F            Am7          C/G          G
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G|---0------0-|---2------2-|---0------0-|---0------0-|---0------0-|
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[Intro]
C

                 F                            C
I slipped on her shoe; she was a perfect size seven.
                                          Am7      C/G
I said, "There's no smoking in the store, ma'am."
                         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 her 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    C/G             F
And she was cryin'; her and me we headed south
         C
On Highway 29.

                     Am7                      F
In a little desert motel, the air was hot and clean.
                         C              G
I 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 border line.

            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 that'd been comin' for a long, long time
                       Am7            F
And something that was here with me now
          C
On Highway 29.

[Fill]
C with walking bass notes:  C  F  G  A  G  C

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

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