C
F
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C
Rain dripping off the brim of my hat sure is cold today
F
G7
C
Here I am walking down Sixty Six wish she hadn’t done me that way
F
G7
C
Sleeping under a table in a roadside park a man could wake up dead
F
G7
C
But it sure seems warmer than it did sleeping in our king size bed
F
G7
C
Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix Arizona
F
G7
C
Any place is all right as long as I can forget I’ve ever known her
F
G7
C
Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt like I ain’t got nothing on
F
G7
C
But I’d rather fight the wind and rain than what I’ve been fighting at home
F
G7
C
Yonder comes a truck with the U.S. mail people writing letters back home
F
G7
C
Tomorrow she’ll probably want me back but I’ll still be just as gone
F
G7
C
Is anybody going to San Antone or Phoenix Arizona
F
G7
C
Any place is all right as long as I can forget I’ve ever known her
F
C
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