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Date: Mon, 27 Nov 1995 13:36:54 -0600 To: guitar@nevada.edu From: jgroce@mail.utexas.edu (Jason Groce) Subject: HIGHWAY 29 by Bruce Springsteen HIGHWAY 29 By Bruce Springsteen (From the album "The Ghost of Tom Joad") 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
I slipped on her Fshoe; she was a perfect size Cseven. I said, "There's no smoking in the stAm7ore, ma'aC/Gm." She crossed her legs and Fthen We made some small talk; that's where it should have Cstopped. She slipped me her Am7number;C/G I put it in my Fpocket. My hand slipped up her skirt; everything slipped my Cmind In that little Am7roadhouse F On Highway C29.
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 moAm7tel, the air was hot and Fclean. I slept the sleep of the Cdead; I didn't Gdream. I woke in the Am7morning, washed my face in the Fsink. We headed into the SieCrra Madres, 'cross the border Gline.
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 ************** Corrections are more than welcome. Enjoy! Jason Groce - jgroce@mail.utexas.edu Playwriting, Department of Theatre and Dance **************