87 Southbound Lyrics - Hancock Wayne

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 hell 

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