Highway 29 chords

Gregory Alan Isakov

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Intro: 

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                 F                            C 
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven 
                                  Am 
I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am." 
G                        F 
She crossed her legs and then 
             F                                      C 
We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped 
                   Am      G              F 
She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket 
                       F                            C 
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind 
               Am         F    G       C 
In that little roadhouse... On Highway 29 

                    F             C 
It was a small town bank it was a mess 
       Am        G            F 
Well I had a gun you know the rest 
                  F       
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood 
            C                     Am            F    G       C        
And she was cryin', her and me we headed south... On Highway 29 

                     Am                      F 
In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean 
                         C              G 
I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream 
              Am                             F 
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink 
                   C                               G 
We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line 

           F                          C 
The winter sun shot through the black trees 
                                      Am 
I told myself it was all something in her 
          G                                F 
But as we drove I knew it was something in me 
                      F                      C 
Something that'd been comin' for a long long time 
                       Am                F    G       C 
And something that was here with me now... On Highway 29 


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                                F             C 
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline 
                  Am      G              F 
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream 
                                 F 
The wind come silent through the windshield 
                          C 
All I could see was snow, sky and pines 
                           Am        G 
I closed my eyes and I was runnin' 
                         F 
I was runnin' then I was flyin' 


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