This is first transcription. Hope I've done well with it.
E Rain dripping off the A brim of my hat B7 sure is cold to E
day
Here I am walking down A Sixty Six B7 wish she hadn't done me that
E way
Sleeping under a table in a A roadside park a B7 man could wake up
E dead
But it sure seems warmer A than it did B7 sleeping in our king size
E bed
(CHORUS)
E Is anybody going to A San Antoine or B7 Phoenix Ari{E}zona
Any place is all right as A long as I can for B7 get I've ever E
known her.
E Wind whippin down the A neck of my shirt like I B7 aint got
nothin E on
But I'd rather fight the A wind and rain than B7 what I've been
fightin at E home
Yonder comes a truck with the A U.S. mail B7 people writin letters
back E home
Tommorrow she'll probably A want me back but I'll B7 still be just
as E gone
(Repeat Chorus)