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[Verse 1]
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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
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I'll be bucking at the county fair
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Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I'll be there
[Verse 2]
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They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe
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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
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Oh, I hope that judge ain't blind
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Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's on my mind
[Verse 3]
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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
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Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be
G D C D G
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be
[Outro]
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