D F#m G D X2 D F#m G D Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone F#m G A7 Everything that I got, is just what I got on G A7 When that sun is high in that Texas sky D F#m G Be buckin' at the county fair D F#m G A7 D F#m G A7 Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo I'll be there. D F#m G D They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe F#m G A7 Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way G A7 But I'll be lookin' for eight when they pull that gate D F#m G And I hope that judge ain't blind D F#m G A7 D F#m G A7 Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's on my mind. E G#m A E Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone G#m A B7 Everything that I got, is just what I got on Am7 B7 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 G#m A B7 E A B Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be E G#m A B7 E G#m A B7 E Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be. ?'s [email protected]
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