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Lyrics for Highway 29 by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN:
| | | Artist: | BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Highway 29 | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 135 | | | | Lyrics: | I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven
I said "There's no smokin' in the store
ma'am."
She crossed her legs and then
We made some small talk that's where it should have
stopped
She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket
My hand slipped up her skirt,
everything slipped my mind
In that little roadhouse
On Highway 29
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
In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean
I slept the sleep of the dead, I
didn't dream
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink
We headed into the Sierra
Madres 'cross the border line
The winter sun shot through the black trees
I told myself it
was all something in her
But as we drove I knew it was something in me
Something that'd been
comin' for a long long time
And something that was here with me now
On Highway
29
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was
just a dream
The wind come silent through the windshield
All I could see was snow, sky and
pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin'
I was runnin' then I was flyin' | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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