87 Southbound

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