作词 : Hancock
Well, I caught you with him on those damn satin sheets, 
So I packed my things and then 
I hit the streets 87 southbound to 
San Antone 
It's getting late out, 
I ain't got no home 
The pavements burning at ninety-two 
I don't need to hear no more excuses that 
I don't love you 
Lord, the sun keeps beating me down and it's hotter than hell 
And if I'm lucky 
I'll catch a ride, but you can never tell 
I'd rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis 
Heard all that 
I'm gonna hear you say, 
I'm gonna take my pride and go the other way 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 
Lightning 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. 
When afternoon comes rolling around, 
I'll have ten more miles and one more town 87 southbound, to 
San Antone 
It's getting late out, 
I ain't got no home 
The pavements burning, at a hundred and two 
I don't need to hear no more excuses that 
I don't love you 
I don't need to hear no more excuses that 
I don't love you