Leavin' Amarillo

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Sometimes I want to hug her, 
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sometimes I want to wring her neck
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She wants to be a big star but she 
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can't even sing a lick
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She's got an ass about thirteen axe 
handles wide
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And to stay here with her would be 
suicide
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So I'm leavin' Amariller, I ain't 
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coming back again


Refrão -------------
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Screw you, You ain't worth passing 
through
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Hey hey, You don't route anyway, 
what more can I say?
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I'm down at the station just trying 
to buy some gasoline
I'm leaving Amariller and I ain't 
coming back again
You can't buy beer here at the 
grocery store
But I won't have to worry about that
 no more
'Cause I'm leavin' Amariller, I 
ain't coming back again.


Chorus


There's a whole bunch of 
cookie-cutters waiting up in 
Tennessee
They make stars everyday and one of 
them could be me
I may buy me a hat and learn to sing
 through my nose
I may even buy some sequined clothes
But I'm leavin' Amariller, I ain't 
coming back again

Chorus

(Spoken)  - I?m gonna say somethin? 
else?
Every doggone check I got from a 
club in Amariller bounced
like a doggone basketball. If you 
think I'm going back there
to get them checks straightened out 
you got another think coming.
I ain't ever going through Amariller
 again 'cause I just don't
particularly like it.
Worse than that is Lubbock.
Lubbock's got some good folks in it,
 but they all dead.
That's it; I'm through with 
Amariller.

Aw, I might come back if I have to.
Probably get lynched...
They ain't got no trees out there, 
though!