Is Anybody Goin' To San Antone - Buck Owens

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