87 Southbound

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Well, I caught you with him on those
 damn satin sheets,
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So I packed my things and then I 
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hit the streets
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87 southbound to San Antone
It's getting late out, I ain't got 
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no home
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The pavements burning down at 92
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I don't need to hear no more 
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excuses and I don't love you

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Lord, the sun keeps beating me down
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And it's hotter than hell
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And if I'm lucky I'll catch a ride 
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but you can never tell
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I'd rather be here with the bugs 
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and flies than back there hearing 
your alibis
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Heard all that I'm gonna hear you 
say
I'm gonna take my pride and go the 
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other 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 the 
hurt from all your lies

Lightening 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'm 
gonna 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
I's getting late out, I ain't got no
 home
The pavements burning at 102
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.