By the time I get to Phoenix, he'll be rising.
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He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door.
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He'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin',
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'Cause I've left that man so many times before.
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By the time I make Albuquerque, he'll be workin'.
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He'll prob'ly stop at lunch and give me a call.
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But he'll just hear that 'phone keep on ringin',
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Off the wall; that's all.
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By the time I make Oklahoma, he'll be sleepin'
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He'll turn softly and call my name out low.
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Might even cry, just to think I'd really leave,
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Though time an' time I tried to tell him so.
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He just didn't know that I would really go.
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By the Time I Get to Phoenix
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| Heather Myles |
