^GThe rain's drippin off the brim o^Cf my hat It s^Dure seems cold today ^G Here I am a walkin down 66 ^{C D}Wish she hadn't done me that way ^G Sleepin under a table at a road side s^Ctop Well a ma^Dn could wake up dead ^G Still it seems a warmer than it d^Cid ^DSleepin in your king size bed ^G CHORUS: ^GIs anybody goin to San An^Ctone Or Ph^Doenix Arizona^G Anyplace is all right As lo^Cng as I Forge^Dt I ever kno^Gwn her ^GThe wind's whippin down the neck of my s^Chirt Like I ai^Dn't got nothin on ^G Still I'd rather fight the wind ^Cand rain Than wha^Dt I was fightin back home ^G CHORUS:.... ^GWell Yonder goes a truck with the US mail ^C For fo^Dlks writin letters back home ^G Tommorrow she'll probably want me back ^C But I'^Dll be just as gon^Ge CHORUS:....