Highway 87

(albüm: Songs My Friends Wrote - 2022)

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 drinking 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

The sheriff he been watching
Every move that I make
And one of these days he's a-gonna arrest me
For all the time I take
The local girls all act
Like I just ain't their kind
Painting on their precious nails
And wasting 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
As they line up on the beach
Doing all those 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
And you may lose your mind
Go walking 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 drinking 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