Rain dripping off the brim of my hat
It sure is cold today
And here I am walking down Sixty Six
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 our king-sized bed
Is anybody going to San Antone
Or Phoenix, Arizona?
Any place is all right as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her
Wind whipping 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 at home
Yonder comes a truck with the U.S. Mail
People writing letters back home
Tomorrow she'll probably want me back
But I'll be just as gone
Is anybody going to San Antone
Or Phoenix, Arizona?
Any place is all right as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her
Any place is all right as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her