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