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Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone
Everything that I’ve got is just what I’ve got on
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
I’ll be bucking it to county fair
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I’ll be thereThey 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 looking for eight when they pull that gate
And I’m hoping that judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo’s on my mindAmarillo by morning, up from San Antone
Everything that I’ve 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