Is Anybody Goin' To San Antone

Rain dripping off the brim of my hat sure is cold today
Here I am walking down Sixty Six wish she hadn’t done me that way
Sleeping under a table in a roadside 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 Phoenix Arizona
Any place is all right as long as I can forget I’ve ever known her
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