Paroles de 87 southbound

Hancock Wayne

pochette album 87 southbound
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I caught you with him
On them damp, slick, sticky, satin sheets
Then i packed my things and then i hit the streets

(chorus)
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

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