Wayne Hancock – 87 Southbound chords

[Intro]
        E                                          EWell, I caught you with him on those damn, slick, sticky satin sheets
       A                    B7             EThen I packed my things and then I hit the streets


[Verse 1]
E                      B787 southbound to San Antone
 B7                                  EYou’ve got your baby, I got got no home
E                              AThe pavements burning down at 102
A                E              B7                      EI don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t need you


[Verse 2]
E                              B7Lord, the sun keeps beating me down
 B7                    EAnd it’s hotter than hell
    B7                                 EAnd if I’m lucky I’ll catch a ride but you can never tell
    A                                           EI’d rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis
  B7I heard all that I’m gonna hear you say
  B7                                       EI’m gonna take my pride and go the other way


[Instrumental]
E B7 E A E B7 E  x4 


[Verse 3]
E                     B787 southbound to San Antone
 B7                                         EIt’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from home
E                                           AThe rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes
 A                  E                  B7                 EI’m just trying to wash away all the hurt from all your lies


[Verse 4]
E                  B7                 ELightning streaks across the evening sky
    A                                 EAnd if I’m lucky I’ll make it big or lay right down and die
A                                   EI know when the morning comes I’ll still be a walking son of a gun
     B7And afternoon comes rolling around
               B7                      EI’ll have ten more miles and one more town


[Verse 5]
E                     B787 southbound to San Antone
 B7                                  EYou’ve got your baby, I’ve got no home
E                        AThe pavements burning at 92
A               E              B7                     EI don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.
A                E             B7                     EI don’t need to hear no more excuses and I don’t love you.