Corb Lund – Highway 87 (Guitar)

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Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be When you pissed off all the local boys

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And your back's against the sea (walkup to A)

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The cops all know your number Bars all know your name

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After six straight months of drinkin', boy You're never gonna be the same

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And I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't remember when

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I may not know where I'm goin' But I sure know where I've been

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The sheriff he just watches Every move I make And one of these days

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He's gonna arrest me For all the time I take (walkup to A)

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The local girls all act Like I just ain't their kind

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Paintin' on their precious nails And losin' their sweet minds

B7
And I'd give half of Texas If I could find a friend

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I may not know where I'm goin' But I sure know where I've been

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Aah the coast is disappearing As they line up on the beach Doin' all those little things

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That Sunday School don't teach (walkup to A)

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Jim Beam by the fire Cocaine in the stash

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Baseball bat on the floorboard Shotgun on the dash

B7
And you might lose your mind Go walkin' round the bend

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You may not know where you're goin' But you'll sure know where you been

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Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be When you pissed off all the local boys

E
And your back's against the sea (walkup to A)

A
The cops all know your number Bars all know your name

  E
After six straight months of drinkin', boy You're never gonna be the same

B7
And I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't remember when

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I may not know where I'm goin' But I sure know where I've been