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