Rain drippin' off the brim of my hat sure is cold today

Here I am walking down 66 wish she hadn't done me that way

Sleeping under a table in a roadside park a man could wake up dead

But it sure seems warmer than it did sleeping in my king size bed

Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix Arizona

Anyplace is all right as long as I can forget I've ever known her

[ fiddle - steel ]

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 fightin' at home

Yonder comes a truck with the US Mail people writin' letters back home

Tomorrow she'll probably want me back but I'll still be just as gone

Is anybody going...