Letra de Highway 29 - Bruce Springsteen
Letra de canci�n de Highway 29 de Bruce Springsteen 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
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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�
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/highway-29-bruce-springsteen.php
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�
