87 Southbound chords

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.

[E]87 southbound to San Ant[B]one, it’s getting late out, I ain’[E]t got no home.
[E]The pavements burning down at 92 [A]
I don’t nee[E]d to hear no mor[B]e excuses and I don’t[E] love you.

[E]Lord, the sun keeps beating me d[B]own and it’s hotter[E] than hell.
And if Iâ€[B]™m lucky I’ll catch a ride but[E] you can never tell.
[A]I’d rather be here with the bugs and fl[E]ies than back there hearing your alibis
[B]
H[E]eard all that I’m gonna hear you say, I’m gonna take my pride and go the
other way.

[E]87 southbound to San Anton[B]e, it’s getting late out, I’m 40 mil[E]es from home,
[E]The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes[A] ,
[E]I’m just trying to wash away th[B]e hurt from all you[E]r lies.

[E]Lightening streaks a[B]cross the evening sk[E]y
and if Iâ?[B] ?™m lucky I’ll make it big or lay righ[E]t down and die.
[A]I know when the morning comes I�[E] ?m gonna be a walking son of a gun.
[B]And afternoon comes rolling around, I’ll have ten more miles and on[E]e more
town.

[E]87 southbound to San Anton[B]e, it’s getting late out, I ain’t[E] got no home,
[E]The pavements burning at 102. [A]
I don’t need [E]to hear no mor[B]e excuses and I don’t l[E]ove you.
I don’t need to[E] hear no more excu[B]ses and I don’t love [E]you.