(Terry Stafford - Paul Fraser)

Amarillo by mornin', up from San Antone
Everything that I've 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 on my mind.

Amarillo by mornin', up from San Antone
Everything that I've got is just what I've got on
I ain't got a dime but what I've 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...