Tom: E
E E
Well, I caught you with him on those damn, slick, sticky satin sheets
A B7 E
Then I packed my things and then I hit the streets
[Verse 1]
E B7
87 southbound to San Antone
B7 E
You’ve got your baby, I got got no home
E A
The pavements burning down at 102
A E B7 E
I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t need you
[Verse 2]
E B7
Lord, the sun keeps beating me down
B7 E
And it’s hotter than hell
B7 E
And if I’m lucky I’ll catch a ride but you can never tell
A E
I’d rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis
B7
I heard all that I’m gonna hear you say
B7 E
I’m gonna take my pride and go the other way
[Instrumental]
E B7 E A E B7 E x4
[Verse 3]
E B7
87 southbound to San Antone
B7 E
It’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from home
E A
The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes
A E B7 E
I’m just trying to wash away all the hurt from all your lies
[Verse 4]
E B7 E
Lightning streaks across the evening sky
B7 E
And if I’m lucky I’ll make it big or lay right down and die
A E
I know when the morning comes I’ll still be a walking son of a gun
B7
And afternoon comes rolling around
B7 E
I’ll have ten more miles and one more town
[Verse 5]
E B7
87 southbound to San Antone
B7 E
You’ve got your baby, I’ve got no home
E A
The pavements burning at 92
E B7 E
I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.
E B7 E
I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.
