By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising,
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She'll find the note I left hanging on the door,
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She'll laugh we she reads the part that says I'm leaving,
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Cause I've left that girl so many times before.
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By the time I make Alberquerque she'll be working,
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She'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call,
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But she'll just hear the phone keep on ringing,
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Off the wall....that's all.
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By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleeping,
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She'll turn softly and call my name out low,
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She'll cry just to think I'd really leave her,
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Though time and time I've tried to tell her,
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She just didn't know...I would really go.
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By The Time I Get To Phoenix
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| Engelbert Humperdinck |
