Amarillo By Mornin'

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Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone
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Everything that I got, is just what I got on
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When that sun is high in that Texas sky
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Be buckin' at the county fair
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Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo I'll be there.

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They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe
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Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way
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But I'll be lookin' for eight when they pull that gate
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And I hope that judge ain't blind
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Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's on my mind.

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Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone
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Everything that I got, is just what I got on
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I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine
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I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free
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Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
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Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be.