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.