Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone.

They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe.

Everything that I've got is just what I've got on.

Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way.

When that sun is high in that texas sky I'll be bucking at the county fair.

Well I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate, And I'm hoping that judge ain't blind.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I'll be there.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's on my mind.

Amarillo by morning, 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 got is mine. I ain't rich, but lord I'm free.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be.

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be.