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[C]Amarillo By [Em]Mornin' [F]Up from San An[C]tone [C]Everything that I [Em]got Is [F]just what I've got [G]on. When that [F]sun is high in that [G]Texas sky, I'll be [C]buckin' at the county [F]fair. [C]Amarillo By [Em]Mornin' Ama[F]rillo [G]I'll be [C]there. [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 [G]way. I'll be [F]lookin' for eight When they [G]pull that gate And I [C]hope that judge ain't [F]blind. [C]Amarillo By [Em]Mornin' Ama[F]rillo's [G]on my [C]mind. [C|D]Amarillo By [Em|F#m]Mornin' [F|G]Up from San An[C|D]tone [C|D]Everything that I [Em|F#m]got Is [F|G]just what I've got [G|A]on. I ain't [F|G]got a dime, But what I [G|A]got is mine. I ain't [C|D]rich, but Lord I'm [F|G]free. [C|D]Amarillo By [Em|F#m]Mornin' Ama[F|G]rillo's [G|A]Where I'll [C|D]Be. [C|D]Amarillo By [Em|F#m]Mornin' Ama[F|G]rillo [G|A] I'll be [C|D]there. |