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87 Southbound-Hancock (Hank III)Well, I caught you with him A Bb B on those damn satin sheets, So I packed my things and then I hit the streets.E87 southbound to San AntBone, itâs getting late out, I ainâEt got no home. EThe pavements burning down at 92 A I donât neeEd to hear no morBe excuses and I donâtE love you.ELord, the sun keeps beating me dBown and itâs hotterE than hell. And if IâBm lucky Iâll catch a ride butE you can never tell. AIâd rather be here with the bugs and flEies than back there hearing your alibis B HEeard all that Iâm gonna hear you say, Iâm gonna take my pride and go the other way.E87 southbound to San AntonBe, itâs getting late out, Iâm 40 milEes from home, EThe rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyesA, EIâm just trying to wash away thBe hurt from all youEr lies.ELightening streaks aBcross the evening skEy and if Iâ?B?m lucky Iâll make it big or lay righEt down and die. AI know when the morning comes Iâ?E?m gonna be a walking son of a gun. BAnd afternoon comes rolling around, Iâll have ten more miles and onEe more town.E87 southbound to San AntonBe, itâs getting late out, I ainâtE got no home, EThe pavements burning at 102. A I donât need Eto hear no morBe excuses and I donât lEove you. I donât need toE hear no more excuBses and I donât love Eyou.