Lyrics:
Rain dripping off the brim of my hatIt sure is cold todayAnd here I am'a walking down sixty-sixWish she hadn't done me that waySleeping under a table at a road side parkA man could wake up deadBut it sure seems warmer than it didSleepin in our king size bedIs anybody goin to San AntoneOr Pheonix ArizonaAnyplace is alright as long as ICan forget I've ever known herWind whipping down the neck of my shirtLike I aint got nothing onBut I'd rather fight the wind and rainThan what I've been fighting at homeYonder comes a truck with the US mailPeople writing letters back homeTomorrow she'll probably want me backBut I'll still be just as gone