Cifras
I-35

Tono: C

Introducción:

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                        C                                      Am                              F                              C  
It was freezing cold in Dallas when I made my get
away,
        C                      Am                                            F                                            G  
I out ran a cold front, when I gave my truck the
reigns
  C                                    Am                 F                                              C  
Barrelin' down I-35 with one thought on my mind
C                                                            Am                                                         F    G  
             C  
Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city
far behind
G                                            C              G                                                    C  
Well hello there Austin, you look to be just fine
G                                    C                                         G  
C  
Pardon me San Marcos, but I'm a' tryin' to make some
time
                        Am                                                                         C                            G  
There's a storm in my rear-view, and a city on my nose
                          C                                                    Am  
        F      G                            C  
There's a piece of mind in the straight-away, and
there's comfort in the curves
                          C                                    Am            F                                    C  
I didn't pull off in Von Ormy, like I norm'lly do
        C                                      Am                                                    F                            G  
I went on down to Devine town, I bought a 6-pack or
two
                          C                                         Am                                 F  
        C  
I glanced back across my shoulder, like a seventh
season buck
C                                      Am                                         F                 G  
C  
All I saw was a wall of clouds, I hopped back in my
truck
G                                      C                         G                                    C  
Gutentoug, New Braunsvels, how are you today
G                      C                                              G                                         C  
Hola, ol' San Antone, please stand out a' my way
                          Am                                                                         C                         G  
There's a storm in my rear-view, and a city on my nose
                          C                                                    Am  
        F      G                            C  
There's a piece of mind in the straight-away, and
there's comfort in the curves
                  C                                                    Am                         F  
C  
Well I, I know that mother nature will catch me in the
end
                        C                                      Am                                    F  
                G  
But I'll put some miles behind me before I turn to
face the wind
                                        C                                                 Am                    F  
        C  
Now don't ya' leave that barn door open, not even just
a crack
             C                                    Am                                    F    G                         C  
If I see a hint of daylight, you'll never get me back
G                                         C                            G                              C  
Well, hello ol' Batesville, you remember me
             G                                              C                              G  
                        C  
And look out there La Pryor, but I'm coming through,
can't you see
                          Am                                                                         C                         G  
There's a storm in my rear-view, and a city on my nose
                          C                                                    Am  
        F      G                            C  
There's a piece of mind in the straight-away, and
there's comfort in the curves
                             C                                    Am                 F  
G  
I say I'm barrelin' down I-35 with one thought on my
mind
C                                                              Am                                                         F  
                     G                                         C         Am    F    G  
Forget the race, find an open space, leave that city,
that damn old city far behind
                                                                        C  
Leave that city way far behind