87 Southbound

Hank Williams III

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A Bb B Well, I caught you with him on those damn satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets.
E B E 87 southbound to San Antone, it’s getting late out, I ain’t got no home.
E A The pavements burning down at 92
E B E I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t love you.
E B E Lord, the sun keeps beating me down and it’s hotter than hell.
B E And if I’m lucky I’ll catch a ride but you can never tell.
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A E I’d rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis
B E Heard all that I’m gonna hear you say, I’m gonna take my pride and go the other way.
E B E 87 southbound to San Antone, it’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from home,
E A The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes,
E B E I’m just trying to wash away all the hurt from all your lies.
E B E Lightning streaks across the evening sky
B E and if I’m lucky I’ll make it big or lay right down and die.
A E I know when the morning comes I’m gonna be a walking son of a gun.
B E And afternoon comes rolling around, I’ll have ten more miles and one more town.
E B E 87 southbound to San Antone, it’s getting late out, I ain’t got no home,
E A The pavements burning at 102.
E B E I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t love you.
E B E I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t love you.
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Composición: Wayne Hancock

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