[Intro ]C Em F G, 2times   

C               Em      F               C 
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone 
C               Em         F               G 
Everything that I got is just what I got on 
F                               G 
When that sun is high in that Texas sky 
        C               G       F 
I'll be buckin at the county fair 
C            G       F          G       C 
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there   


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They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe 
C                   Em              F               G 
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way 
             F                            G 
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate 
        C        G           F 
and I hope that judge ain't blind 
C           G        F           G      C 
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's on my mind 

C       Em      F       G 


C            Em              F       C 
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone 
C                Em        F               G 
Everything that I got is just what I got on 
         F                      G 
I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine 
   C              G        F 
I ain't rich but Lord I'm free 
C           G           F       G       C 
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there   
C           G           F       G           C 
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo’s where I’ll be