F Am Bb C F Am Bb C [Verse 1] F Am Bb F Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone F Am Bb C Everything that I got is just what I got on Bb C When that sun is high in that Texas sky F C Bb I'll be bucking at the county fair F C Bb C F Am Bb C Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I'll be there [Verse 2] F Am Bb F They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe F Am Bb C I lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way Bb C But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate F C Bb Oh, I hope that judge ain't blind F C Bb C F Am Bb C D Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's on my mind [Verse 3] G Bm C G Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone G Bm C D Everything that I got is just what I got on C D I ain't got a dime, but what I got is mine G D C I ain't rich, but Lord, I'm free G D C D G C D Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be G D C D G Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be [Outro] G Bm C D G Bm C D G