[00:00.000] 作词 : Bruce Springsteen
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
[00:03.549] I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven
[00:11.006] I said "there's no smokin' in the store ma'am"
[00:15.544] She crossed her legs and then
[00:20.393] We made some small talk, that's where it should have stopped
[00:28.186] She slipped me a number, I put it in my pocket
[00:36.157] My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind
[00:44.695] In that little roadhouse
[00:48.558] On highway 29
[00:52.699] It was a small town bank, it was a mess
[01:01.687] Well I had a gun, you know the rest
[01:09.316] Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
[01:13.669] And she was cryin', her and me we headed south
[01:21.402] On highway 29
[01:25.382] In a little desert motel, the air it was hot and clean
[01:33.235] l slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream
[01:42.150] I woke in the morning washed my face in the sink
[01:49.767] We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the borderline
[01:58.950] The winter sun, shot through the black trees
[02:06.271] I told myself it was all something in her
[02:09.225] But as we drove I knew it was something in me
[02:14.915] Something had been comin' for a long long time
[02:23.200] And something that was here with me now
[02:27.103] On highway 29
[02:39.118] The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline
[02:48.110] She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream
[02:56.012] The wind come silent through the windshield
[02:58.597] All I could see was snow and sky and pines
[03:03.780] I closed my eyes and I was runnin',
[03:08.027] I was runnin' then I was flyin'

作词 : Bruce Springsteen
作曲 : 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 a 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 it was hot and clean
l 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 borderline
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 had 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 and sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin',
I was runnin' then I was flyin'