Rain dripping off the brim of my hat
It sure feels cold today
Here I am walking down 66
Wish she hadn't done me that way
Sleeping under a table in a road side park
A man could wake up dead
But it sure feels warmer than it did sleeping in our king sized bed

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Is anybody goin to San Antone?
Or Phoenix Arizona
Any place is alright as long as I
Can forget I'd ever known her

Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt
Like I ain't got nothing on
Though I'd rather be facing the wind and rain
To what I'd been facing back home
Yonder comes a truck for the US Mail
People writing letters back home
Tomorrow she'll probably want it back
But I'll be just as gone

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