By the time I get to Phoenix 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 gal 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
Off the wall, that's all
By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly, call my name out low 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