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   Bars all know your name   After six straight months of drinkin’ boy,   you’re never gonna be the same   And I ain’t seen the sunshine   since I don’t remember when   I may not know where I’m goin’   but I sure know where I’ve been      The sheriff he just watches every move I make   And one of these days he’s 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 losin’ their sweet minds   And I’ve give half of Texas if I could find a friend   I may not know where I’m goin’   but I sure know where I’ve been      Ahh the coast is disappearing   as they line up on the beach   Doin’ 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 might lose your mind   go walkin’ round the bend   You may not know where you’re goin’   but you’ll sure know where you been.