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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.
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