I hate your soul and I'm leaving on my own.

[r_sandrini]

By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin'.
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've tried to tell her so.
But she just didn't know.

That I would really go.

That I would really go.