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By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be risin'. |
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She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door. |
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She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leavin', |
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'cause I've left that girl so many time before. |
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By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be workin'. |
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She'll prob'ly stop at lunch and give me a call. |
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But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin', |
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Off the wall, that's all. |
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By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin', |
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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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'tho' time and time I've tried to tell her so. |
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She just didn't know I would really go. |
