Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be
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When you pissed off all the local boys
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And your back's against the sea
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The cops all know your number
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Bars all know your name
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After six straight months of drinkin' boy,
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You're never gonna be the same
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And I ain't seen the sunshine
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Since I don't remember when
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I may not know where I'm goin'
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But I sure know where I've been
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The sheriff he just watches every move I make
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And one of these days he's gonna arrest me
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For all the time I take
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The local girls all act
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Like I just ain't their kind
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Paintin' on their precious nails
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And losin' their sweet minds
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And I've give half of Texas if I could find a friend
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I may not know where I'm goin'
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But I sure know where I've been
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Ahh the coast is disappearing
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As they line up on the beach
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Doin' all those little things
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That Sunday School don't teach
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Jim Beam by the fire, Cocaine in the stash
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Baseball bat on the floorboard
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Shotgun on the dash
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And you might lose your mind
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Go walkin' round the bend
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You may not know where you're goin'
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But you'll sure know where you been.
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Highway 87
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Hayes Carll |