By the time I get to Phoenix she'll
be risin'. She'll find the note I
left hangin' on her door. She'll
laugh when she reads the part that
says I'm leavin','cause I've left
that girl so many time before.
By the time I make Albuquerque she'll
be workin'. She'll prob'ly stop at
lunch and give me a call. But she'll
just hear that phone keep on ringin',
off the wall, that's all.
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be
sleepin', She'll turn softly and call
my name out low. And she'll cry just to
think I'd really leave her,'tho' time
and time I've tried to tell her so. she
just didn't know I would really go.
