By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be rising

He'll find the note I left hanging on his door

He'll laugh when he reads the part that says

I'm leaving 'cause I've left that man so many times before

By the time I make Albuquerque he'll be working

He'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call

But he'll just hear that phone keep on ringing

Off the wall that's all

By the time I make Oklahoma he'll be sleeping

He'll turn softly and call my name out low

And he'll cry just to think I'd really leave him

Though time and time I've tried to tell him so

But he just didn't know I would really go