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Bruce Springsteen Ghost Of Tom Joad Highway 29 I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size 7 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 thru 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 had been comin' for a 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 was coming silent thru the windshield All i could see was snow, sky and pines I closed my eyes and was runnin' I was runnin' then i was flyin' |
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