Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 87 Southbound, artist - Wayne Hancock. Album song That's What Daddy Wants, in the genre Традиционный джазDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Ark 21
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |