Highway 87
Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be
When you pissed off all the local boys
And your back's against the sea
The cops all know your number
The bars all know your name
After six straight months of drinkin' boy
You ain't never gonna be the same
Well, I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I can't remember when
I may not know where I'm goin'
But I sure know where I've been
Well the sheriff he been watchin' every move that I make
One of these days his gonna arrest me, for all the time I take
The local girls all act
Like I just ain't their kind
Paintin' on their precious nails
And wastin' their sweet minds
Well, I'd give half of Texas if I could find a friend
I may not know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
Well, the coast is disappearing
There's a line up on the beach
Doin' all them little things
That Sunday School don't teach
Jim Beam by the fire, cocaine in the stash
Baseball bat on the floorboard
Shotgun on the dash
You may lose your mind
And go walkin' 'round the bend
You may not know where you're going
But you'll sure know where you been
Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be
When you pissed off all the local boys
And your back's against the sea
The cops all know your number
The bars all know your name
After six straight months of drinkin', boy
You ain't never gonna be the same
Well, I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I can't remember when
I may not know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
When you pissed off all the local boys
And your back's against the sea
The cops all know your number
The bars all know your name
After six straight months of drinkin' boy
You ain't never gonna be the same
Well, I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I can't remember when
I may not know where I'm goin'
But I sure know where I've been
Well the sheriff he been watchin' every move that I make
One of these days his gonna arrest me, for all the time I take
The local girls all act
Like I just ain't their kind
Paintin' on their precious nails
And wastin' their sweet minds
Well, I'd give half of Texas if I could find a friend
I may not know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
Well, the coast is disappearing
There's a line up on the beach
Doin' all them little things
That Sunday School don't teach
Jim Beam by the fire, cocaine in the stash
Baseball bat on the floorboard
Shotgun on the dash
You may lose your mind
And go walkin' 'round the bend
You may not know where you're going
But you'll sure know where you been
Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be
When you pissed off all the local boys
And your back's against the sea
The cops all know your number
The bars all know your name
After six straight months of drinkin', boy
You ain't never gonna be the same
Well, I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I can't remember when
I may not know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
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Writer(s): Hayes Carl
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