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By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising |
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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 times before. |
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By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be working |
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She'll probably 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 try to tell her so |
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She just didn't know I would really go. |
