Key: A
Introduction:
D F#m G D
Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone
F#m G A7
Everything that I got, is just what I got on
G A7
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
D F#m G
Be buckin' at the county fair
D F#m G A7 D F#m G A7
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo I'll be there.
D F#m G D
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe
F#m G A7
Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way
G A7
But I'll be lookin' for eight when they pull that gate
D F#m G
And I hope that judge ain't blind
D F#m G A7 D F#m G A7
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's on my mind.
E G#m A E
Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone
G#m A B7
Everything that I got, is just what I got on
Am7 B7
I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine
E G#m A
I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free
E G#m A B7 E A B
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
E G#m A B7 E G#mA B7E
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be.