Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 87 Southbound , by - Hank Williams III. Song from the album Risin' Outlaw, in the genre КантриRelease date: 06.09.1999
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
87 Southbound |
| Well, I caught you with him |
| On those damp satin sheets |
| So I packed my things |
| And then I hit the streets |
| 87 southbound |
| To San Antone |
| It’s getting late out |
| I ain’t got no home |
| The pavement’s burning at 92 |
| I don’t need to hear no more excuses |
| That I don’t love you |
| Lord, the sun keeps beating me down |
| And it’s hotter than hell |
| And if I’m lucky I’ll catch a ride |
| But you can never tell |
| I’d rather be here with the bugs and flies |
| Than back there hearing your alibis |
| Heard all that, I’m gonna hear you say |
| I’m gonna take my pride and go the other way |
| 87 southbound |
| To San Antone |
| It’s getting late out |
| I’m forty miles from home |
| The rain keeps falling |
| Like the tears in my eyes |
| I’m just trying to wash away |
| The hurt from all your lies |
| Lightning streaks |
| Across the evening sky |
| And if I’m lucky I’ll make it big |
| Or lay right down and die |
| I know when the morning comes |
| I’m gonna be a walking son of a gun |
| And afternoon comes rolling around |
| I’ll have ten more miles and one more town |
| 87 southbound |
| To San Antone |
| It’s getting late out |
| I ain’t got no home |
| The pavement’s burning |
| At a hundred and two |
| I don’t need to hear no more excuses |
| That I don’t love you |
| I don’t need to hear no more excuses |
| That I don’t love you |