Tom: D
Introdução: D F#m G A D F#m G A
D F#m G D
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
D F#m G A
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
G A
When that sun is high in the Texas sky
D F#m G
I'll be buckin' at the county fair
D A G A D
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo I'll be there
(D) F#m G A
D F#m G D
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe
D F#m G A
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way
G A
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
D F#m G
and I hope that judge ain't blind
D A G A D
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's on my mind
(D) F#m G A
E G#m A E
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
E G#m A B
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
A B
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 B A B E A B
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
E B A B E
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
(E) G#m A B
E G#m A B
E G#m A B E