87 Southbound Lyrics

Hank Williams III


publisher: ©TEN TEN MUSIC GROUP INC
writers: Wayne Hancock
album: Track 4 in album Risin' Outlaw
release date: 1999-9-7
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length: 2:53

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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 pavements burning
At ninety-two
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 40 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.
When 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 pavements 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


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 I Don't Know
  • 2 You're the Reason
  • 3 If the Shoe Fits
  • 4 87 Southbound
  • 5 Lonesome for You
  • 6 What Did Love Ever Do to You
  • 7 On My Own
  • 8 Honky Tonk Girls
  • 9 Devil's Daughter
  • 10 Cocaine Blues
  • 11 Thunderstorms & Neon Signs
  • 12 Why Don't You Leave Me Alone
  • 13 Blue Devil