GThe rain's drippin off the brim oCf my hat
It sDure seems cold today G Here I am a walkin down 66 C DWish she hadn't done me that way G
Sleepin under a table at a road side sCtop
Well a maDn could wake up dead G Still it seems a warmer than it dCid
DSleepin in your king size bed G
CHORUS:
GIs anybody goin to San AnCtone
Or PhDoenix ArizonaG Anyplace is all right
As loCng as I
ForgeDt I ever knoGwn her
GThe wind's whippin down the neck of my sChirt
Like I aiDn't got nothin on G Still I'd rather fight the wind Cand rain
Than whaDt I was fightin back home G
CHORUS:....
GWell Yonder goes a truck with the US mail C For foDlks writin letters back home G Tommorrow she'll probably want me back C But I'Dll be just as gonGe
