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By the time I get to Phoenix |
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He'll be rising |
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He'll find the note |
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I left a-hanging on his door |
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He laughs when he reads the part |
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That says I'm leaving |
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'Cause I left... |
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I left that man so many times before |
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By the time I make Albuquerque |
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He'll be working |
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He'll probably stop at lunch |
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Just to give me a call |
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But he'll just hear that phone ringing |
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Off that wall |
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That's all |
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By the time I make Oklahoma |
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He'll be sleeping |
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He'll turn softly |
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And he'll call my name out low |
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And he'll just cry to think |
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That I would really leave him |
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Though time and time and time again |
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I'd try to tell him so |
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He just didn't know |
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I would really go |