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.