Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone Everything that I got is just what I've got on
When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
and I hope that judge ain't blind Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's on my mind
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone Everything that I got is just what I got on
I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine I ain't rich but Lord I'm free
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be