Bruce Springsteen: Highway 29

aus dem Album: Ghost Of Tom Joad

Songtext:
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size 7 Klebefolie Motiv
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 Ostergrüße Kinder
She slipped me her number, i put it in my pocket
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind Terrassendach
In that little roadhouse
On highway 29 Fotalia
It was a small town bank it was a mess
Well i had a gun you know the rest Cafe Katzenberger
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
And she was cryin', her and me we headed south hotels kitzbühl
On highway 29
In a little desert motel the air was hot and clean Fussball Abseits
I slept the sleep of the dead, i didn't dream
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink Plakate drucken
We headed into the sierra madres 'cross the border line
The winter sun shot thru the black trees Urlaub Usedom
I told myself it was all something in her
But as we drove i knew it was something in me Hausverwaltung in Köln
Something that had been comin' for a 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 was coming silent thru the windshield
All i could see was snow, sky and pines
I closed my eyes and was runnin'
I was runnin' then i was flyin'