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Well, I caught you with him on those damn satin sheets,
So I packed my things and then I hit the streets.
EB
87 southbound to San Antone, it’s getting late out, I ain’t got no
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home.
EA
The pavements burning down at 92
EBE
I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t love you.
EBE
Lord, the sun keeps beating me down and it’s hotter than hell.
BE
And if I’m lucky I’ll catch a ride but you can never tell.
AE
I’d rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your
alibis
B
Heard all that I’m gonna hear you say, I’m gonna take my pride and go
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the other way.
EB
87 southbound to San Antone, it’s getting late out, I’m 40 miles from
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home,
EA
The rain keeps falling like the tears in my eyes,
EBE
I’m just trying to wash away all the hurt from all your lies.
EBE
Lightning streaks across the evening sky
BE
and if I’m lucky I’ll make it big or lay right down and die.
AE
I know when the morning comes I’m gonna be a walking son of a gun.
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And afternoon comes rolling around, I’ll have ten more miles and one
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more town.
EB
87 southbound to San Antone, it’s getting late out, I ain’t got no
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home,
EA
The pavements burning at 102.
EBE
I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t love you.
EBE
I don’t need to hear no more excuses that I don’t love you.