| By the time I get to Phoenix, she’ll be rising
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| She will find a note that
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| I slipped under the door
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| Yes, she will
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| And she will laugh as she reads the part
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| That says I’m leaving her this time for good
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| For sure
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| You see I’ve left that girl so many times before
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| Yes, I did
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| By the time I make Albuquerque
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| I know she’ll work in
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| And she’ll probably stop about at noon
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| And try to give me a call
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| I’d tell she’d just find my old telephone
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| Just ringing, ringing, that’s all
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| By the time my way bus makes Oklahoma
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| She’ll be sleeping
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| She’ll turn over softly and call my name
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| And she’ll cry alone to think
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| This time he’s leaving me for sure, for good
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| For real this time, it’s true
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| This time again I tell so
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| Good thing about it
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| I do hesitate when I walked out the door
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| Didn’t mean to look back
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| 'Cause I knew this time I’d leave for sure
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| I gotta keep on moving
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| Like I never moved before
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| Gotta find somebody new and true
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| Never return, no… |