Amarillo By Morning

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[Verse 1]
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Amarillo by morning, up from San 
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Antone
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Everything that I got is just 
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what I got on
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When that sun is high in that Texas 
sky
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I'll be bucking at the county fair
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Amarillo by morning, Amarillo 
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I'll be there


[Verse 2]
Continúa después del anuncio
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They took my saddle in Houston, 
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broke my leg in Santa Fe
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I lost my wife and a girlfriend 
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somewhere along the way
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But I'll be looking for eight when 
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they pull that gate
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Oh, I hope that judge ain't blind
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Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's 
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on my mind


[Verse 3]
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Amarillo by morning, up from San 
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Antone
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Everything that I got is just 
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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 morning, Amarillo's 
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where I'll be
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Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's 
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where I'll be

[Otro]
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