By the Time I Get Home There Won't Be Much of a Place for Me

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