87 Southbound-Hancock (Hank III)
A Bb B
Well, I caught you with him on those damn satin sheets,
So I packed my things and then I hit the streets.
E B E
87 southbound to San Antone, itā??s getting late out, I ainā??t got no home.
E A
The pavements burning down at 92
E B E
I donā??t need to hear no more excuses and I donā??t love you.
E B E
Lord, the sun keeps beating me down and itā??s hotter than hell.
B E
And if Iā??m lucky Iā??ll catch a ride but you can never tell.
A E
Iā??d rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis
B
E
Heard all that Iā??m gonna hear you say, Iā??m gonna take my pride and go the
other way.
E B E
87 southbound to San Antone, itā??s getting late out, Iā??m 40 miles from home,
E A
The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes,
E B E
Iā??m just trying to wash away the hurt from all your lies.
E B E
Lightening streaks across the evening sky
B E
and if Iā??m lucky Iā??ll make it big or lay right down and die.
A E
I know when the morning comes Iā??m gonna be a walking son of a gun.
B E
And afternoon comes rolling around, Iā??ll have ten more miles and one more
town.
E B E
87 southbound to San Antone, itā??s getting late out, I ainā??t got no home,
E A
The pavements burning at 102.
E B E
I donā??t need to hear no more excuses and I donā??t love you.
E B E
I donā??t need to hear no more excuses and I donā??t love you.
