Amarillo By Morning (ELK 3) Ernie Kinney

Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone;Everything that I got is just what I got on
When that sun is high in that Texas sky,
I'll be bucking at the County fair.
Amarillo by morning,
Amarillo I'll be there.
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe.
Lost a wife and girlfriend somewhere along the way
Well, I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate,
And I'll hope that judge ain't blind.
Amarillo by morning,
Amarillo's on my mind.
Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone;
I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine,
I ain't rich but, Lord, I'm free.
Amarillo by morning,
Amarillo's where I'll be.
Amarillo by morning,
Amarillo's where I'll be.