D F#m G D X2 
 
D           F#m    G             D 
Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone 
                F#m       G               A7 
Everything that I got, is just what I got on 
          G                   A7 
When that sun is high in that Texas sky 
   D              F#m    G 
Be buckin' at the county fair 
D           F#m      G        A7      D     F#m G A7 
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo I'll be there. 
 
D                      F#m               G            D 
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe 
                   F#m             G               A7 
Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way 
            G                           A7 
But I'll be lookin' for eight when they pull that gate  
      D               F#m   G 
And I hope that judge ain't blind  
D           F#m      G             A7 D    F#m G A7 
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's on my mind. 
 
E           G#m     A            E 
Amarillo By Mornin', up from San Antone 
                G#m       A               B7 
Everything that I got, is just what I got on 
        Am7                   B7 
I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine 
        E                  G#m     A 
I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free 
E           G#m      A          B7         E   A B 
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be 
E           G#m      A          B7         E  G#m A B7 E 
Amarillo By Mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be.