Intro C Em F G, 2times  

C               Em      F               C
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
C               Em         F               G
Everything that I got is just what I got on
F                               G
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
        C               G       F
I'll be buckin at the county fair
C            G       F          G       C
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there  


C                       Em                 F             C
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe
C                   Em              F               G
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way
             F                            G
But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
        C        G           F
and I hope that judge ain't blind
C           G        F           G      C
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's on my mind

C       Em      F       G


C            Em              F       C
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
C                Em        F               G
Everything that I got is just what I got on
         F                      G
I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine
   C              G        F
I ain't rich but Lord I'm free
C           G           F       G       C
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo I'll be there  
C           G           F       G           C
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo’s where I’ll be