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