| By the time I get to Phoenix she’ll be rising
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| She’ll find the note I left hanging on her door
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| She’ll laugh when she reads the part that says I’m leaving
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| 'Cause I’ve left that girl so many times before
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| By the time I make Albuquerque she’ll be working
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| She’ll prob’ly stop at lunch and give me a call
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| But she’ll just hear that phone keep on ringing off the wall that’s all
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| By the time I make Oklahoma she’ll be sleeping
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| She’ll turn softly and call my name out low
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| And she’ll cry just to think I’d really leave her
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| Though time and time I’ve tried to tell her
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| So she just didn’t know I would really go |