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Two eighty seven, North bound out of Amarillo

The rain is pouring down and beating on my window

I've got to get home to the mountains, and I will if the Lord's a-willing

Two eighty seven, Northbound out of Amarillo

Well, I left home about 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 out of Heaven

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

Two eighty seven, North bound out of Amarillo

The rain is pouring down and beating on my window