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87 southbound - wayne hancock lyrics

i caught you with him
on them damp, slick, sticky, satin sheets
then i packed my things and then i hit the streets
(chorus)
87 southbound, to san anton’
you got your baby, i got no home
the pavements burnin’, at a hundred and two
i don’t need to hear no more excuses, but i don’t need
you
lord the sun keeps beatin’ me down, and it’s hotter’n
h-ll
and if i’m a lucky i’ll catch a ride, but you can’t
never tell

i’d rather be here with the bugs and flies, then back
there hearin’ your alibis
i heard all that i’m gonna hear you say, i gonna take
my pride and go the other way
87 southbound, to san anton’
it’s getting late out, i’m forty miles from home
the rain keeps a fallin’, like the tears of my eyes
just tryin’ to wash away the hurt from all your lies
(yeah daddy)
and lightnin’ streaks across the evenin’ sky
and if i’m a lucky (it’ll make you?) laid right down
and die
i know when the morning comes, i’ll still be a walking
son-of-a-gun
when afternoon comes rolls around, i’ll have ten more
miles and one more town
(repeat chorus)
no i don’t need to hear no more excuses, but i don’t
love you

- wayne hancock lyrics

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