87 Southbound by Wayne Hancock
E
Well, I caught you with him on those damn, slick, sticky satin sheets
A B7 E
Then I packed my things and then I hit the streets
E B7
87 southbound to San Antone
E
You�ve got your baby, I got got no home
E A
The pavements burning down at 102
E B7 E
I don�t need to hear no more excuses that I don�t need you
E B7
Lord, the sun keeps beating me down
E
And it�s hotter than hell
B7 E
And if I�m lucky I�ll catch a ride but you can never tell
A E
I�d rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis
B7
I heard all that I�m gonna hear you say
E
I�m gonna take my pride and go the 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 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.
Tabs too difficult? Try these easy video lessons and learn fast ►Download ringtone to your cell >
