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
 (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