| 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 probably stop for lunch and give me a call.
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| But she’ll just hear the phone keep on ringing, on the wall, that’s all.
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| By the time I reach 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 again I tried to tell her so.
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| She just didn’t know I would really go. |