Amarillo By Mornin’
Up from San Antone
Everything that I got
Is just what I’ve got on.
When that sun is high in that Texas sky,
I’ll be buckin’ at the county fair.
Amarillo By Mornin’
Amarillo I’ll be there.

They took my saddle in Houston,
Broke my leg in Santa Fe.
Lost my wife and a girlfriend,
Somewhere along the way.
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’ve 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.