INTRO: (CaddG) (Em) (F) (G); (CaddG) (Em) (F) (G7)
(C) Amarillo by (Em) mornin’, (F) up from San An (C) tone.
Everything that (Em) I got, is (F) just what I’ve got (G7) on.
When that (F) sun is high in that (G) Texas sky, I’ll be (C) buckin’ at the (Em) county (F) fair. (C) Amarillo by (G) mornin’, Amar (F) illo (G7) I’ll be (CaddG) there (Em)(F)(G7)
(C) They took my saddle in (Em) Houston, broke my (F) leg in Santa (C) Fe.
Lost my wife and a (Em) girlfriend, some (F) where along the (G7) way.
I’ll be (F) lookin’ for eight when they (G) pull that gate,
And I (C) hope that (Em) judge ain’t (F) blind.
(C) Amarillo by (G) mornin’, Amar (F) illo’s (G7) on my (CaddG) mind (Em)(F)(Em)
(D) Amarillo by (F#m) Mornin’, (G) up from San An (D) tone.
Everything that (F#m) I got, is (G) just what I’ve got (A) on.
I ain’t (G) got a dime but what I (A) got is mine. I ain’t (D) rich, but (F#m) Lord I’m (G) free. (D) Amarillo by (A) mornin’, Amar (G) illo’s (A7) where I’ll (D) be.
(G)-(A7) (D) Amarillo by (A) mornin’, Amar (G) illo’s (A7) where I’ll (D) be.
(D)(F#m)(G)(A); (D)(F#m)(G)(A); (D)(F#m)(G)(A); (D)