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By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising |
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And she'll find the note I left hangin' on her door |
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And she'll laugh when she reads the parts that says "I'm leavin'" |
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'Cause I've left that girl so many times before |
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And by the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working |
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And she'll probably stop at lunch |
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Lord and give me a call |
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But she'll just hear that phone keep right on and ringin' |
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Off the wall and that's all |
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And by the time I make Oklahoma, she'll be sleepin' |
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She'll turn softly and call my name loud |
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Lord and she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her |
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Though time and time I try to tell her so, God know |
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Guess she just didn't know that I would really go |
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No, she didn't know I'd go |
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She didn't know I'd go |