87 Southbound - Lyrics - Wayne Hancock

Hancock began writing songs at the age of 12, and at 18 won a talent contest called the "Wrangler County Showdown." Immediately after the contest, he was shipped to recruit training and served four years with the United States Marine Corps. In 1994 he performed in the musical Chippy. Hancock released his debut album in 1995, and has continued to tour and record albums since then. He lives in Austin, Texas.

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)