By the time I get to phoenix he'll be risin' He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door And he'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin' 'cause I've left that man so many times before
By the time I make albuquerque he'll be workin' He'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call But he'll just hear that phone keep on ringin' Off the wall, that's all
By the time I make oklahoma he'll be sleepin' He'll turn softly and call my name out low And he'll cry just to think I'd really leave him Though time and time I've tried to tell him so Oh, he just didn't know I would really go
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