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Two eighty seven, North bound outta Amarillo

The rain is pourin' down and beatin' on my window

I gotta get home to the mountains, and I will if the Lord's a-willin'

Two eighty seven, Northbound outta Amarillo

Well, I left home 'bout a week ago, chasing that Texas sun

The promise of a new day, new beginnings had begun

But the clouds rolled in and the rain fell down like tears right outta Heaven

Now here I am, fighting the wind on two eighty seven

Two eighty seven, North bound outta Amarillo

The rain is pourin' down and beatin' on my window