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I slipped on her Fshoe; she was a perfect size Cseven.
I said, "There's no smoking in the store, Am7ma'am." C/G
She crossed her legs and Fthen
We made some small talk; that's where it should have Cstopped.
She slipped me her Am7number;C/G I put it in my Fpocket.
My hand slipped up her skirt; everything slipped my Cmind
In that little Am7roadhouse F
On Highway C29.
It was a small town bank; it was a mess.
Well, I had a gun. You know the rest.
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
And she was cryin'; her and me we headed south
On Highway 29.
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