Testo 87 Southbound - Wayne Hancock
Testo della canzone 87 Southbound (Wayne Hancock), tratta dall'album That's What Daddy Wants
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
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Writer(s): Wayne Hancock
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