Lyrics:

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'