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C G Am F
Nobody's ever gonna pour plaster in my tracks
F Dm G
My exit will be clean when I vanish from the scene
C G Am F
You won't find any thumbprints to dust your powder into
F G
Just mute donkeys, still as statues in each saloon I've been through
F G Am C
Going to Dallas as far as anybody knows
C G Am F
Maybe Montana depending on the way the wind blows
C G Am F
No blinking red light on the line tonight or any night out in the future
F G
Kiss the people you hold dear forget that I was ever here
C G Am F
If word should reach you from the field, be cool, try not to talk out of school
F G
Make them beat it out of you if they want it, live like a pack mule
F G Am C
Going to Dallas as far as anyone's concerned
C G Am F
Maybe Montana depending on the way the roads turn
G Em F
And if they steer me wrong I'm just gonna play along
F G
Remember this when the time comes, try to let it soften the blow
C G Am F
Let me go to no haven anyone would yearn for F G Burn a hole in something for me, turn around and let me go free
F G Am C
Going to Dallas in the morning when the wind is fair
C G Am F F F G G ->
Maybe Montana if I've got enough gas to get there
C G C G C G C
