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87 Southbound |
Transcribed by R. Patterson (Standard Tuning) Well, I caught you with him[A Bb B](let ring) on those damp satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets 87 [E]southbound to San An[B]tone It's getting late out, I ain't got no [E]home [E]The pavement's burning at ninety[A]two I don't need to [E]hear no more ex[B]cuses that I don't love [E]you [E]Lord, the sun keeps beating me [B]down and it's hotter than [E]hell And [B]if I'm lucky I'll catch a ride, but you can [E]never tell I'd [A]rather be here with the bugs and flies than [E]back there hearing your alibis [B]Heard all that I'm gonna hear you say, I'm gonna take my pride and go the other [E]way 87 [E]southbound to San An[B]tone It's getting late out, I'm 40 miles from [E]home [E]The rain keeps falling like the tears in my [A]eyes, I'm just trying to [E]wash away the [B]hurt from all your [E]lies (Instrumental Break) [E]Lightning streaks a[B]cross the evening [E]sky and [B]if I'm lucky I'll make it big or lay right down and [E]die [A]I know when the morning comes I'm [E]gonna be a walking son of a gun. When [B]afternoon comes rolling around, I'll have ten more miles and one more [E]town 87 [E]southbound to San An[B]tone It's getting late out, I ain't got no [E]home [E]The pavement's burning at a hundred and [A]two I don't need to [E]hear no more ex[B]cuses that I don't love [E]you I don't need to [E]hear no more ex[B]cuses that I don't love [E]you