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Amarillo By Morning (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

amarillo by morning
Up from san antone
Everything that i’ve got
Is just what i’ve got on
When that sun is high
In that texas sky
I’ll be bucking it to county fair
Amarillo by morning
Amarillo i’ll be there

They took my saddle in houston
Broke my leg in sante fe
Lost my wife and a girlfriend
Somewhere along the way
Well i’ll be looking for eight
When they pull that gate
And i’m hoping that
Judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by morning
Amarillo’s on my mind

Amarillo by morning
Up from san antone
Everything that i’ve got
Is just what i’ve got on
I ain’t got a dime
But what i’ve 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

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Amarillo By Morning (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

amarillo by morning
Up from san antone
Everything that i’ve got
Is just what i’ve got on
When that sun is high
In that texas sky
I’ll be bucking it to county fair
Amarillo by morning
Amarillo i’ll be there

They took my saddle in houston
Broke my leg in sante fe
Lost my wife and a girlfriend
Somewhere along the way
Well i’ll be looking for eight
When they pull that gate
And i’m hoping that
Judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by morning
Amarillo’s on my mind

Amarillo by morning
Up from san antone
Everything that i’ve got
Is just what i’ve got on
I ain’t got a dime
But what i’ve 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

Amarillo By Morning (Letra)

George Strait

George Strait

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone.
Everything that I’ve got is just what I’ve got on.
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
I’ll be bucking it to county fair.
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo I’ll be there.

They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe.
Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way.
Well I’ll be looking for eight when they pull that gate,
And I’m hoping that judge ain’t blind.
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo’s on my mind.

Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone.
Everything that I’ve got is just what I’ve got on.
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.