Song title: Highway 29
Highway 29
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
l 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 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’
Published on the following official releases:
- THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD (Album,1995)
First known live performance: 21/11/1995 State Theatre, New Brunswick,NJ ,USA
Last known live performance: 08/11/2005 Wachovia Center, Philadelphia,PA ,USA
Song 'history':
Published on the solo album THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD, in 1996.
Played pratically each night of the Ghost of Tom Joad tour, with just a couple of exceptions
It only saw the light less than a dozen times in the whole Devils and Dust tour
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