Rain dripping off the brim of my hat,
Sure is cold today.
Here I am walking down sixty-six,
Wish she hadn’t done me that way.
Sleeping under a table in a roadside park,
А man could wake up dead.
But it sure feels warmer than it did at home,
Sleeping in our king size bed.
Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix
Arzona,
Cause anyplace is all right as long as I can forget
I’ve ever known her.
Wind whippin down the neck of my shirt,
Like I ain’t got nothing on.
But I’d rather fight the wind and rain,
Than what I’ve been fighting back home.
Yonder comes a truck with the US mail,
People writing letters back home.
Tomorrow she’ll probably want me back but I’ll
Still be just as gone.
Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix
Arzona,
Cause anyplace is all right as long as I can forget
I’ve ever known her.