Lyrics:

By the time I get to Phoenix, he'll be rising.

He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door.

He'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin',

'Cause I've left that man so many times before.



By the time I make Albuquerque, he'll be workin'.

He'll prob'ly stop at lunch and give me a call.

But he'll just hear that 'phone keep on ringin',

Off the wall; that's all.



By the time I make Oklahoma, he'll be sleepin'

He'll turn softly and call my name out low.

Might even cry, just to think I'd really leave,

Though time an' time I tried to tell him so.

He just didn't know that I would really go.