Hank Williams III - 87 Southbound Lyrics
Well, I caught you with himon those damp satin sheets,So I packed my thingsand then I hit the streets87 southboundto San AntoneIt's getting late out,I ain't got no homeThe pavements burningat ninety-twoI don't need to hear no more excusesthat I don't love youLord, the sun keeps beating me downand it's hotter than hellAnd if I'm lucky I'll catch a ride,but you can never tellI'd rather be here with the bugs and fliesthan back there hearing your alibisHeard all that I'm gonna hear you say,I'm gonna take my pride and go the other way87 southboundto San AntoneIt's getting late out,I'm 40 miles from homeThe rain keeps fallinglike the tears in my eyes,I'm just trying to wash awaythe hurt from all your liesLightning streaks across the evening skyand if I'm lucky I'll make it bigor lay right down and dieI know when the morning comesI'm gonna be a walking son of a gun.When afternoon comes rolling around,I'll have ten more miles and one more town87 southbound,to San AntoneIt's getting late out,I ain't got no homeThe pavements burning,at a hundred and twoI don't need to hear no more excusesthat I don't love youI don't need to hear no more excusesthat I don't love you
