Amarillo by morning 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 morning, 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
Well I’ll be lookin’ for eight when they pull that gate
And I hope that judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by morning, 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 morning, Amarillo’s where I’ll be
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo’s where I’ll be