Rain dripping off the brim of my hat,
C7 F
Sure is cold today
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Here I am walking down sixty six,
C7 F
Wish she hadn't done me that way.
Bb
Sleeping under a table in a roadside park,
C7 F
A man could wake up dead,
Bb
But it sure seems warmer than it did
C7 F
Sleeping in our king size bed.
F Bb C7 F
Is anybody goin' to San Antone or Phoenix, Arizona
Bb C7 F
Any place is all right as long as I can forget I ever know her.
Wind whippin' down the neck of my shirt
Like I ain't got nothin' on
But I'd rather fight the wind and rain
Than what I've bee fightin' at home.
Yonder comes a truck with the U.S. mail,
People writin' letters back home;
Tomorrow she'll probably want me back
But I'll still be just as gone.
Is anybody ...