C
Em
F
G
C
Em
F
G7
C
Em
F
C
Amarillo by mornin’, up from San Antone
(C)
Em
F
G7
Everything that I got, is just what I’ve got on
Am
G
When that sun is high in that Texas sky,
C
Em
F
I’ll be buckin’ at the county fair
C
G
F
G7
C
Em
F
G7
Amarillo by mornin’, Am arillo I’ll be th ere
C
Em
F
C
They took m’saddle in Houston, broke my leg in, Sante Fe
(C)
Em
F
G7
Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the__ way
Am
G
But I’ll be lookin’ for eight when they pull that gate
C
Em
F
and I hope that judge ain’t blind
C
G
F
G7
C
Em
F
G7
Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo’s o n my mi nd
D
F#m
G
D
Amarillo by mornin’, Up from San Antone
D
F#m
G
A7
Everything that I Got, is just what I’ve got on
Bm
A
I ain’t got a dime, But what I’ve got is mine
D
F#m
G
I ain’t rich, but Lord I’m free
D
A
G
A7
{D}{D
D}{G}
A7
Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo’s where I’ ll be
D
A7
G
A7
D
F#m
G
D
Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo’s where I’l l b e
D
F#m
G
D
Em
A
G7
Am
F#m
D
C
G
F
A7
Bm
