By The Time I Get To Phoenix, He'll Be Rising.
He'll Find The Note I Left Hangin' On His Door.
He'll Laugh When He Reads The Part That Says I'm Leavin',
'Cause I've Left That Man So Many Times Before.

By The Time I Make Albuquerque, He'll Be Workin'.
He'll Prob'ly Stop At Lunch And Give Me A Call.
But He'll Just Hear That 'phone Keep On Ringin',
Off The Wall; That's All.

By The Time I Make Oklahoma, He'll Be Sleepin'
He'll Turn Softly And Call My Name Out Low.
Might Even Cry, Just To Think I'd Really Leave,
Though Time An' Time I Tried To Tell Him So.
He Just Didn't Know That I Would Really Go.