| By the time I get to Phoenix, she’ll be rising
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| And she’ll find that note that I left hanging on the door
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| And she’ll laugh when she reads the part
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| That says: «I'm leaving»
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| Cause I’ve left that girl so many times before
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| And by the time I get to Albuquerque, she’ll be working
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| And she’ll take off time just to give me a call
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| And she’ll hear that phone keep right on ringing and ringing
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| On the wall, yeah oh, that’s all
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| And by the time I make Oklahoma, she’ll be sleeping
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| She’ll turn softly in her sleep and call my name out low
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| And then she’ll cry just to think that I’d really leave her, I left her
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| But time after time after time I tried to tell her so
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| But she just didn’t know That I would really go
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| That I would really go |