Gregory Alan Isakov - Highway 29 - аккорды

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Artist: Gregory Alan Isakov
Song: Highway 29
Album: Unreleased (Bruce Springsteen Cover)
Tabbed by: Jo Lefebure

Tuning: Standard

Intro:

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                 F                            C
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven
                                  Am
I said "There's no smokin' in the store ma'am."
G                        F
She crossed her legs and then
             F                                      C
We made some small talk that's where it should have stopped
                   Am      G              F
She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocket
                       F                            C
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind
               Am         F    G       C
In that little roadhouse... On Highway 29

                    F             C
It was a small town bank it was a mess
       Am        G            F
Well I had a gun you know the rest
                  F
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
            C                     Am            F    G       C
And she was cryin', her and me we headed south... On Highway 29

                     Am                      F
In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean
                         C              G
I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream
              Am                             F
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink
                   C                               G
We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line

           F                          C
The winter sun shot through the black trees
                                      Am
I told myself it was all something in her
          G                                F
But as we drove I knew it was something in me
                      F                      C
Something that'd been comin' for a long long time
                       Am                F    G       C
And something that was here with me now... On Highway 29


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                                F             C
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline
                  Am      G              F
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream
                                 F
The wind come silent through the windshield
                          C
All I could see was snow, sky and pines
                           Am        G
I closed my eyes and I was runnin'
                         F
I was runnin' then I was flyin'


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