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 just to think I didn't leave her
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before.
By the time I get to Albuquerque she'll be workin'
She'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call
But the phone will just keep on ringing
Off the wall, that's all.
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin'
She'll turn softly and call my name, I know
She'll cry when she reads the part that I'm leaveing
But I've tried to tell her so many times before
She just, she just didn't know that I would really go...