(Terry Stafford/P. Fraser)

Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe

Everything that I got is just what I got on
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way

When that sun is high in that Texas sky
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate

I'll be buckin at the county fair
and I hope that judge ain't blind

Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there
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