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D            F#m     G        D
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
D             F#m         G           A
Everything that I got is just what I got on
G                            A
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
D                      A      G
I'll be buckin it to county fair
D            A         G      A
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there
 
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D                      F#m               G            D
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe
D                  F#m            G               A
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way
           G                            A
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
      D         A           G
and I hope that judge ain't blind
D             A          G      A     D
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's on my mind
 
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E         G#m             A       E
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
E             G#m           A         B7
Everything that I got is just what I got on
A                       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             B7        A          B7      E
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be

[Final] E  G#m  A  E
        E  G#m  A  B7  E