By the Time I Get to Phoenix

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