Rain dripping off the brim of my hat, it sure is
cold today;
Here I am walking down sixty-six, wish she hadn't done me that way.
Sleeping under a table at a road side park, a man could wake up
dead;
But it sure seems warmer than it did sleeping in our king-size bed.
Is anybody going to San Antone or Pheonix Arizona?
Anyplace is alright as long as I can forget I've ever known her.
Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt like I aint 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 US mail, people writing letters back
home
Tomorrow she'll probably want me back but I'll still be just as gone
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