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