By the time I get to Phoenix' she'll be rising,
She'll find the note I left upon her door
She'll laugh at the part that says I'm leaving
Oh, I've left that girl so many times before.

By the time I made Albaguerqe she'll be working
She'll probably stop for lunch, and give me a call
But she'll just hear that phone go
Right on ringing off the wall, that's all.

By the time I made Oklahoma she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly, and call my name real low
She'll cry to think I realy leave her
'Cause time and time I've tried to tell her so.

She just didn't know I would realy go...