Artist:	Bruce Springsteen
Song:	Highway 29
Tabbed by: 	Morij@ofir.dk
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Note:  This is a wonderful song that isn't too tough to play, once you get
the picking pattern down.  For ease of play (I'm not sure if Bruce does
this or not, but I suspect it due to the sound of the fill before the last
verse) tune the low E up to an F.  This will make the piece much easier to
play than doing full barres for the F.

Picking Pattern and Chord Formations:

   C            F            Am7          C/G          G
e |------0-----|------1-----|------0-----|------0-----|------3-----|
B |--------1---|--------1---|--------1---|--------1---|--------0---|
G |---0------0-|---2------2-|---0------0-|---0------0-|---0------0-|
D |------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
A |-3----------|------------|-0----------|------------|------------|
F |------------|-0----------|------------|-2----------|-2----------|

Intro:  C

                 F                            C
I slipped on her shoe; she was a perfect size seven.
                                          Am7      C/G
I said, "There's no smoking in the store, ma'am."
                         F
She crossed her legs and then
                                                     C
We made some small talk; that's where it should have stopped.
                   Am7    C/G             F
She slipped me her number; I put it in my pocket.
                                                    C
My hand slipped up her skirt; everything slipped my mind
               Am7        F
In that little roadhouse
           C
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.

                     Am7                      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.
              Am7                            F
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink.
                      C                             G
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.

Fill:  C with walking bass notes:  C  F  G  A  G  C

The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline.
She wasn't saying 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' and then I was flyin'

Outro:  F  C  Am7  C/G  F