87 Southbound

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Well, I caught you with him on those damn, slick, sticky satin sheets
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Then I packed my things and then I hit the streets


[Verse 1]
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87 southbound to San Antone
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You’ve got your baby, I got got no home
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The pavements burning down at 102
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I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t need you


[Verse 2]
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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 but you can never tell
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I’d rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis
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I heard all that I’m gonna hear you say
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I’m gonna take my pride and go the other way


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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87 southbound to San Antone
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It’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from home
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The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes
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I’m just trying to wash away all the hurt from all your lies


[Verse 4]
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Lightning streaks across the evening sky
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And if I’m lucky I’ll make it big or lay right down and die
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I know when the morning comes I’ll still be a walking son of a gun
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And afternoon comes rolling around
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I’ll have ten more miles and one more town


[Verse 5]
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87 southbound to San Antone
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You’ve got your baby, I’ve got no home
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The pavements burning at 92
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I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.
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I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.