Hank Williams III - 87 Southbound

87 Southbound Hank Williams III Written by Hancock Performed by Hank Williams, III "Rising Outlaw" Transcribed by John Kennedy (jdkennedy77@aol.com) 87 Southbound-Hancock (Hank III) Well, I caught you with him [A] [Bb] [B] on those damn satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets. [E]87 southbound to San Ant[B]one, it’s getting late out, I ain’t got [E]no home. [E]The pavements burning down at 92 [A] I don’t need t[E]o hear no more e[B]xcuses and I don’t lo (allcountrytabs.com)

87 Southbound Hank Williams III Written by Hancock Performed by Hank Williams, III "Rising Outlaw" Transcribed by John Kennedy (jdkennedy77@aol.com) Well, I caught you with him [A] [Bb] [B] on those damn satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets. [E]87 southbound to San Ant[B]one, it’s getting late out, I ain’t got no h[E]ome. [E]The pavements burning down at 92 [A] I don’t need to [E]hear no more exc[B]uses and I don’t love you.[E] [E]Lord, the sun keeps beatin (tabcountry.com)

87 Southbound Hank Williams III Written by Hancock Performed by Hank Williams, III "Rising Outlaw" Transcribed by Russ Stone 87 Southbound-Hancock (Hank III) Well, I caught you with him [A] [Bb] [B] on those damn satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets. [E]87 southbound to San Ant[B]one, itââ?¬â?¢s getting late out, I ainââ?[E]¬â?¢t got no home. [E]The pavements burning down at 92 [A] I donââ?¬â?¢t n[E]eed to hear no m[B]ore excuses and I donââ?¬[E]â?¢t lov (guitartabs.cc)

87 Southbound Hank Williams III Written by Hancock Performed by Hank Williams, III "Rising Outlaw" 87 Southbound-Hancock (Hank III) Well, I caught you with him [A] [Bb] [B] on those damn satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets. [E]87 southbound to San Ant[B]one, it's getting late out, I ain't got no h[E]ome. [E]The pavements burning down at 92 [A] I don't need to [E]hear no more exc[B]uses and I don't love you.[E] [E]Lord, the sun keeps beating me d[ (azchords.com)

87 Southbound By Hank Williams III Well, I r way 87 southbound to San Antone Itâ??s getting late out, Iâ??m 40 miles from home The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes Iâ??m just trying to wash away the hurt from all your lies Lightening streaks across the evening sky And if Iâ??m lucky Iâ??ll make it big or lay right down and die. I know when the morning comes Iâ??m gonna be a walking son of a gun And afternoon comes rolling around Iâ??ll have ten more miles and one more town 87 s (azchords.com)