Picking Pattern and Chord Formations:



   C            F            Am7          C/G          G

e |------0-----|------1-----|------0-----|------0-----|------3-----|

B |--------1---|--------1---|--------1---|--------1---|--------0---|

G |---0------0-|---2------2-|---0------0-|---0------0-|---0------0-|

D |------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|

A |-3----------|------------|-0----------|------------|------------|

F |------------|-0----------|------------|-2----------|-2----------|



Intro:  C

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                 F                            C

I slipped on her shoe; she was a perfect size seven.

                                          Am7      C/G

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

                         F

She crossed her legs and then

                                                     C

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

                   Am7    C/G             F

She slipped me her number; I put it in my pocket.

                                                    C

My hand slipped up her skirt; everything slipped my mind

               Am7        F

In that little roadhouse

           C

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.



                     Am7                      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.

              Am7                            F

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

                      C                             G

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.



Fill:  C with walking bass notes:  C  F  G  A  G  C



The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline.

She wasn't saying 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' and then I was flyin'



Outro:  F  C  Am7  C/G  F