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Rain drippin' off the brim of my hat |
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Sure is cold today |
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Here I am walkin' down 66 |
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Wish she hadn't done me that way |
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Sleepin' under a table in a roadside park |
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A man could wake up dead |
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But it sure seems warmer than it did |
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Sleepin' in my king sized bed |
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Is anybody goin' to San Antone |
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Or Phoenix, Arizona? |
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Any place is all right as long as I |
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Can forget I've ever known her? |
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Wind creepin' down the neck of my shirt |
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Like I ain't got nothin' on |
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But I'd rather fight the wind and rain |
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Than what I've been fightin' at home |
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Yonder comes a truck with the U.S. Mail |
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People writin' letters back home |
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Tomorrow she'll probably want me back |
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But I'll be just as gone |
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Is anybody goin' to San Antone |
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Or Phoenix, Arizona? |
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Any place is all right as long as I |
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Can forget I've ever known her? |
