Yeah the rain drippin' off the brim of my hat Lord
Sure feels cold today
Here I am walkin' down 66
Wish she hadn't met me this way
Sleepin' under the table at a roadside park
Man could wake up dead
Sure feels warmer than it did
Sleepin' in my king-size bed.
Is Anybody Going To San Antone
Or Phoenix Arizona
Anyplace is all right as long as I
Forget I ever known her.
There's a wind whippin' down the neck of my shirt
Like I, ain't got nothin' on
Yeah I'd rather be fightin' the wind and the rain
Than what I'd be figtin' at home.
Well yonder come a truck with the US mail
People writtin' letters b-ack home
Tomorrow she won't b-e back again Lord
I'll be just as gone.
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