v.1
^ERain drippin' off the ^Abrim of my hat
^B7Sure is cold to^Eday
Here I am walkin' down ^Asixty-six
^B7Wish she hadn't done me that ^Eway

I'd been noddin' at a table at a roadside park
A man could wake up dead
But it still seems warmer than it did back then
Sleepin' in our king-sized bed

Chorus:
Is anybody goin' to San Antone
Or Phoenix, Arizona?
Anyplace is alright as long as I
Can forget I'd ever known her

v.2
Rain drippin' down the back of my shirt
Like I ain't got nothin' on
But I'd rather fight the wind and rain
Than what I been fightin' at home

Yonder comes a truck with the US Mail
People writin' letters back home
Far as you probably won't be back
But I'll still be just as gone

Rpt. Ch.