Lyrics

Rain dripping off the brim of my hat It sure feels cold today Here I am walking down 66 Wish she hadn't done me that way Sleeping under a table in a road side park A man could wake up dead But it sure feels warmer than it did sleeping in our king sized bed [Chorus] Is anybody goin to San Antone? Or Phoenix Arizona Any place is alright as long as I Can forget I'd ever known her Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt Like I ain't got nothing on Though I'd rather be facing the wind and rain To what I'd been facing back home Yonder comes a truck for the US Mail People writing letters back home Tomorrow she'll probably want it back But I'll be just as gone [Chorus] x2