(j. webb)
By the time i get to phoenix, she'll be rising
And she'll find that note that i left hanging on the door
And she'll laugh when she reads the part
That says: "i'm leaving"
Cause i've left that girl so many times before
And by the time i get to albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll take off time just to give me a call
And she'll hear that phone keep right on ringing and ringing
On the wall, yeah oh, that's all
And by the time i make oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her sleep and call my name out low
And then she'll cry just to think that i'd really leave her, i left her
But time after time after time i tried to tell her so
But she just didn't know that i would really go
That i would really go