(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