Is Anybody Going To San Antone

A D E A X2

         A                     D
Yeah the rain drippin' off the brim of my hat Lord
E                 A
Sure feels cold today
                       D
Here I am walkin' down 66
E                           A
Wish she hadn't met me this way
                              D
Sleepin' under the table at a roadside park
E                 A
Man could wake up dead
                  D
Sure feels warmer than it did
E                        A
Sleepin' in my king-size bed.

   A                D
Is Anybody Going To San Antone
   E          A
Or Phoenix Arizona
                         D
Anyplace is all right as long as I
E                   A
Forget I ever known her.

A D E A X4

          A                      D
There's a wind whippin' down the neck of my shirt
        E                 A
Like I, ain't got nothin' on
                                D
Yeah I'd rather be fightin' the wind and the rain
     E                      A
Than what I'd be figtin' at home.

Chorus:

A D E A X4

     A                            D
Well yonder come a truck with the US mail
E                             A
People writtin' letters b-ack home
                       D
Tomorrow she won't b-e back again Lord
E               A
I'll be just as gone.

Chorus: X2

A D E A X4