By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising
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She'll find the note I left upon her door
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And she'll laugh at word that says I'm leaving
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Oh I've left that girl so many times before
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By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be working
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She'll probably stop for lounch and give me a call
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But she'll just hear that phone go right a 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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And she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her
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Cause time and time I've tried to tell her so
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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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| Marty Robbins |
