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[Verse 1]
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Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone
F               Am       Bb              C
Everything that I got is just what I got on
          Bb                   C
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
        F              C      Bb
I'll be bucking at the county fair
F            C          Bb    C         F    Am  Bb  C
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I'll be there


[Verse 2]
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They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe
F                    Am             Bb              C
I lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way
             Bb                          C
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
       F        C            Bb
Oh, I hope that judge ain't blind
F           C           Bb      C     F    Am  Bb  C  D
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's on my mind


[Verse 3]
G           Bm       C             G
Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone
G               Bm        C              D
Everything that I got is just what I got on
         C                     D
I ain't got a dime, but what I got is mine
        G         D        C
I ain't rich, but Lord, I'm free
G            D          C        D         G   C  D
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be
G            D          C        D         G
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo's where I'll be

[Outro]
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