Wayne Hancock - 87 southbound

Well, I ^Ecaught you with him on those damn, slick, s^Eticky satin sheets Then I ^Apacked my things and ^B7then I hit the ^Estreets

^E87 southbound to San An^B7tone Y^B7ou’ve got your baby, I got got no ho^Eme ^EThe pavements burning down at 1^A02 ^AI don’t need to h^Eear no more exc^B7uses that I don’t need y^Eou

^ELord, the sun keeps beating me ^B7down A^B7nd it’s hotter than he^Ell And ^B7if I’m lucky I’ll catch a ride but ^Eyou can never tell I’d ^Arather be here with the bugs and flies than ^Eback there hearing your alibis I ^B7heard all that I’m gonna hear you say I’^B7m gonna take my pride and go the other wa^Ey

^E87 southbound to San A^B7ntone I^B7t’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from hom^Ee ^EThe rain keeps falling like the tears in my ^Aeyes I^A’m just trying to w^Eash away all the hu^B7rt from all your li^Ees

^ELightning streaks a^B7cross the evening s^Eky And ^Aif I’m lucky I’ll make it big or l^Eay right down and die ^AI know when the morning comes I’ll s^Etill be a walking son of a gun And a^B7fternoon comes rolling around I’ll have ten m^B7ore miles and one more t^Eown

^E87 southbound to San A^B7ntone Y^B7ou’ve got your baby, I’ve got no hom^Ee ^EThe pavements burning at ^A92 ^AI don’t need to ^Ehear no more ex^B7cuses and I don’t love ^Eyou. ^AI don’t need to h^Eear no more ex^B7cuses and I don’t love ^Eyou.