Gregory Alan Isakov – Highway 29 (Guitar)

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I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven

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I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am."

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She crossed her legs and then

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We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped

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She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket

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My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind

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In that little roadhouse... On Highway 29

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It was a small town bank it was a mess

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Well I had a gun you know the rest

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Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood

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And she was cryin', her and me we headed south... On Highway 29

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In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean

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I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream

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I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink

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We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line

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The winter sun shot through the black trees

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I told myself it was all something in her

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But as we drove I knew it was something in me

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Something that'd been comin' for a long long time

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And something that was here with me now... On Highway 29

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The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline

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She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream

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The wind come silent through the windshield

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All I could see was snow, sky and pines

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I closed my eyes and I was runnin'

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I was runnin' then I was flyin'