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 quippin' 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