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Well, I caughtE you with him on those damn satin sheets,
So I Apacked my things and B7then I hit the Estreets
E87 southbound to San AntoB7ne
It's getting late out, I ain't got no Ehome
EThe pavements burning down at A92
I don't need to Ehear no more excB7uses and I don't love Eyou
ELord, the sun keeps beating me dB7own
And it's hotter than Ehell
And if I'm lB7ucky I'll catch a ride but you can never Etell
I'd Arather be here with the bugs and flies than Eback there hearing your alibis
B7Heard all that I'm gonna hear you say
I'm gonna take my pride and go the other Eway
87 southbound to San Antone
It's getting late out, I'm 40 miles from home
The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes
I'm just trying to wash away the hurt from all your lies
Lightening streaks across the evening sky
And if I'm lucky I'll make it big or lay right down and die.
I know when the morning comes I'm gonna be a walking son of a gun
And afternoon comes rolling around
I'll have ten more miles and one more town
87 southbound to San Antone
I's getting late out, I ain't got no home
The pavements burning at 102
I don't need to hear no more excuses and I don't love you.
I don't need to hear no more excuses and I don't love you.
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