87 Southbound Wayne Hancock
87 Southbound by Wayne Hancock
Well, I [E]caught you with him on those damn, slick, sticky satin sheets
Then I [A]packed my things and [B7]then I hit the [E]streets
[E]87 southbound to San An[B7]tone
You’ve got your baby, I got got no [E]home
[E]The pavements burning down at 1[A]02
I don’t need to [E]hear no more ex[B7]cuses that I don’t need [E]you
[E]Lord, the sun keeps beating me [B7]down
And it’s hotter than [E]hell
And [B7]if I’m lucky I’ll catch a ride but you can never [E]tell
I’d [A]rather be here with the bugs and flies than [E]back there hearing your alibis
I [B7]heard all that I’m gonna hear you say
I’m gonna take my pride and go the other [E]way
87 southbound to San Antone
It’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from home
The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes
I’m just trying to wash away all the hurt from all your lies
Lightning streaks across the evening sky
And if I’m lucky I’ll make it big or lay right down and die.
I know when the morning comes I’ll still be a walking son of a gun
And afternoon comes rolling around
I’ll have ten more miles and one more town
87 southbound to San Antone
You’ve got your baby, I’ve got no home
The pavements burning at 92
I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.
I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.
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