87 Southbound chords by Wayne Hancock

Intro:

        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

    A                                 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

A               E              B7                     E
I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.

A                E             B7                     E
I don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.