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Amarillo by mornin', up from San Antonio
Everything that I got, is just what I've got on
When that sun is high in that Texas sky, I'll be bucking at the county fair
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I'll be there
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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
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Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
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
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be
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Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be
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