Highway 29

Interprete: Bruce Springsteen
Disco: The Ghost of Tom Joad

Letra de la canción:

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 glass 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'

The Ghost of Tom Joad

La canción Highway 29 esta incluida en el disco The Ghost of Tom Joad de Bruce Springsteen. Información y letras del disco.