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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
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
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Corrections are more than welcome. Enjoy!
Jason Groce - jgroce@mail.utexas.edu
Playwriting, Department of Theatre and Dance
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