Here I am walkin' down 66
Sleeping under a table in a roadside park
But it sure seems warmer than it did
Sleeping in our king -sized bed
Is anybody going to San Antonio
Wind whippin' 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 a U .S. mail
People writing letters back home
But I'd still be just as gone
Is anybody going to San Antonio
Can forget I've ever known her you