Tono: E
Introducción:
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Well, I caught you with him on those damn satin sheets,
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So I packed my things and then I hit the streets
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87 southbound to San Antone
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It's getting late out, I ain't got no home
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The pavements burning down at 92
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I don't need to hear no more excuses and I don't love you
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Lord, the sun keeps beating me down
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And it's hotter than hell
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And if I'm lucky I'll catch a ride but you can never tell
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I'd rather be here with the bugs and flies than back there hearing your alibis
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Heard all that I'm gonna hear you say
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I'm gonna take my pride and go the other way
87 southbound to San Antone