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 beating me d[B]own and it’s hotter than[E] hell.
And if I’m l[B]ucky I’ll catch a ride but you can n[E]ever tell.
[A]I’d rather be here with the bugs and flies t[E]han back there hearing your alibis
[B]
H[E]eard all that I’m gonna hear you say, I’m gonna take my pride and go the
other way.
[E]87 southbound to San Anton[B]e, it’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from ho[E]me,
[E]The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes[A],
[E]I’m just trying to wash away the hur[B]t from all your lie[E]s.
[E]Lightening streaks a[B]cross the evening sk[E]y
and if I’m [B]lucky I’ll make it big or lay right down and[E] die.
[A]I know when the morning comes I’m go[E]nna be a walking son of a gun.
[B]And afternoon comes rolling around, I’ll have ten more miles and one mor[E]e
town.
[E]87 southbound to San Anton[B]e, it’s getting late out, I ain’t got no ho[E]me,
[E]The pavements burning at 102. [A]
I don’t need to he[E]ar no more exc[B]uses and I don’t love you.[E]
I don’t need to hear[E] no more excuses a[B]nd I don’t love you. [E]
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