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Album: Hank III Collector's Edition (2008)
Artists: Hank Williams III

  1. 5 Shots Of Whiskey
  2. 7 Months 39 Days
  3. 87 Southbound
  4. A Campfire Song
  5. Angel Of Sin
  6. Atlantic City
  7. Blue Devil
  8. Broke Lovesick And Driftin
  9. Callin Your Name
  10. Cecil Brown
  11. Cocaine Blues
  12. Country Heroes
  13. D Ray White
  14. Devil's Daughter
  15. Honky Tonk Girls
  16. I Don't Know
  17. If The Shoe Fits
  18. Lonesome For You
  19. Louisiana Stripes
  20. Lovin And Huggin
  21. Low Down
  22. Mississippi Mud
  23. My Drinkin Problem
  24. Nighttime Ramblin Man
  25. Not Everybody Likes Us
  26. On My Own
  27. One Horse Town
  28. Pills I Took
  29. Satan Is Real Straight To Hell
  30. Smoke And Wine
  31. Things You Do To Me
  32. Thrown Out Of The Bar
  33. Thunderstorms And Neon Signs
  34. Trashville
  35. Walkin With Sorrow
  36. What Did Love Ever Do To You
  37. Whiskey Weed And Women


Well, I caught you with him
on those damp 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
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