Written by Dave Kirby/Glenn Martin
D Rain dripping off the G brim of my hat A sure is cold to{D}day Here I am walking down G Sixty Six A wish she hadn't done me that D way Sleeping under a table in a G roadside park a A man could wake up D dead But it sure seems warmer G than it did A sleeping in our king size D bed (CHORUS) D Is anybody going to G San Antone or A Phoenix Ari{D}zona Any place is all right as G long as I can for{A}get I've ever D known her. (Verse 2 same chords as 1) 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 still be just as gone (Repeat Chorus)