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Charley Pride – Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone

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Introduction

“Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone” carries a distinctive aura of melancholy and longing that resonates with anyone who has ever felt the urge to escape. Imagine a lonesome traveler hitchhiking under a cloudy Texas sky, his only companions being the miles of open road and the hope of finding solace somewhere down the highway. This song, written during the heyday of classic country music, has become a cherished anthem for those yearning to leave their troubles behind.

About The Composition

  • Title: Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone
  • Composer: Glenn Martin and Dave Kirby
  • Premiere Date: 1970
  • Album/Opus/Collection: Featured on Charley Pride’s 1970 album Charley Pride’s 10th Album
  • Genre: Country

Background

Released in 1970, “Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone” is closely associated with Charley Pride, one of the most successful African American performers in the genre. The song was composed by Glenn Martin and Dave Kirby, two respected songwriters known for their deep understanding of the human condition, capturing the restless spirit and sense of displacement many feel. At its core, the song reflects a desire to escape a broken past and move forward—something universally relatable.

Upon its release, the song climbed the charts, reaching No. 1 on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Singles chart. Its success marked another high point in Charley Pride’s illustrious career, solidifying his place as a trailblazer in country music. Despite its relatively simple lyrics, the song’s emotional depth and relatability make it a timeless piece, often covered by artists looking to channel that same raw, unhindered feeling of wanderlust.

Musical Style

Musically, the song is a prime example of classic country style, blending a steady rhythm with a melody that evokes both a sense of movement and melancholy. The instrumentation is straightforward, featuring guitar, fiddle, and piano—typical of country music in the 1970s—but what makes this piece stand out is its vocal delivery. Charley Pride’s rich baritone conveys a sense of vulnerability and yearning that makes listeners feel as if they’re traveling right alongside him, chasing that elusive peace of mind.

Lyrics/Libretto

The lyrics of “Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone” tell the story of a heartbroken man seeking to escape his sorrows by hitching a ride to a new town. The refrain, “Is anybody goin’ to San Antone, or Phoenix, Arizona?” captures the desperation and rootlessness of someone running away from a painful past. Each verse builds on this theme, painting a vivid picture of loneliness juxtaposed against the hope of finding solace on the road. The lyrics are simple yet impactful, perfectly complementing the laid-back musical style.

Performance History

The song has been performed by several notable artists over the years, but Charley Pride’s version remains the definitive interpretation. His performance on the Grand Ole Opry and other major venues cemented the song’s status as a classic. Additionally, artists like Doug Sahm and Jerry Lee Lewis have covered the song, adding their unique spins while preserving the essence of its narrative.

Cultural Impact

“Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone” has made its mark not just in music but in the broader culture as well. It’s a song that often appears in compilations of classic country music and has been featured in films and television shows that aim to capture the rugged, independent spirit of the American West. The song’s theme of escaping heartache and chasing new horizons is universal, making it relatable across different generations.

Legacy

Even decades after its release, “Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone” continues to find new audiences. It’s a song that encapsulates the spirit of country music—a genre that often speaks to the heart’s deepest yearnings. Charley Pride’s version remains a staple on country music radio, and the song’s influence can be felt in the works of contemporary country artists who also explore themes of heartache and resilience.

Conclusion

“Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone” is more than just a song; it’s a journey. It’s a journey through heartache, loneliness, and the enduring hope of finding something better. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Charley Pride or a newcomer to classic country music, this song is worth a listen. For a timeless rendition, seek out Charley Pride’s original recording, which captures the raw emotion of a man on the run, searching for peace somewhere down the road.

If you want to experience a slice of classic country music that’s both simple and profound, “Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antone” is the perfect starting point. So sit back, put on your headphones, and let Charley Pride take you on a journey you won’t soon forget

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Lyrics

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

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