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letra de highway 29 - bruce springsteen

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 gl-ss 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’

- bruce springsteen

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