Highway 29 歌词

	作词 : Springsteen
	Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen
	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 pocked
	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 al 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 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'

	zuo ci : Springsteen
	Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen
	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 pocked
	My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind
	In that little roadhouse
	On Highway 29
	It was a smalltown 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 al 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 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'

	zuò cí : Springsteen
	Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen
	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 pocked
	My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind
	In that little roadhouse
	On Highway 29
	It was a smalltown 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 al 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 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'

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