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 than 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 40 miles from home

The rain keeps a fallin', like the tears of my eyes

Just tryna wash away the hurt from all your lies (yeah, daddy)

And lightnin' streaks across the evenin' sky

And if I'm a lucky I'll make it here, or I laid right down and die

But 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

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

No, I don't need to hear no more excuses, but I don't love you