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I slipped on her Fshoe, she was a perfect size Cseven
I said "There's no smokin' in the Amstore ma'am."
GShe crossed her legs and Fthen
We made some Fsmall talk that's where it should have Cstopped
She slipped me her Amnumber, GI put it in my Fpocket
My hand slipped up her Fskirt, everything slipped my Cmind
In that little Amroadhouse..F. On GHighway C29
It was a small town Fbank it was a Cmess
Well I Amhad a gun Gyou know the Frest
Money on the floorFboards, shirt was covered in blood
And she was Ccryin', her and me we Amheaded south..F. On GHighway C29
In a little desert moAmtel the air was hot and Fclean
I slept the sleep of the Cdead, I didn't Gdream
I woke in the Ammorning, washed my face in the Fsink
We headed into the CSierra Madres 'cross the border Gline
The winter Fsun shot through the black Ctrees
I told myself it was all something in Amher
But as we Gdrove I knew it was something in Fme
Something that'd been Fcomin' for a long long Ctime
And something that was Amhere with me now..F. On GHighway C29
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The road was filled with broken Fglass and gasoCline
She wasn't sayin' Amnothin',G it was just a Fdream
The wind come silent through the Fwindshield
All I could see was snow, Csky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was Amrunnin' G
I was runnin' then I was Fflyin'
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