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
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'