87 Southbound

E 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 B7 E You’ve got your baby, I got got no home E A The pavements burning down at 102 A 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 B7 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 B7 E I’m gonna take my pride and go the other way E B7 E A E B7 E 4x E B7 87 southbound to San Antone B7 E It’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from home E A The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes A E B7 E I’m just trying to wash away all the hurt from all your lies E B7 E Lightning streaks across the evening sky B7 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’ll still be a walking son of a gun B7 And afternoon comes rolling around B7 E I’ll have ten more miles and one more town E B7 87 southbound to San Antone B7 E You’ve got your baby, I’ve got no home E A The pavements burning at 92 E B7 E I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you. E B7 E I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.