Intro:   D - F#m - G - A   (X2)  



D            F#m      G        D
Amarillo by mornin',  up from San Antonio
D             F#m          G                  A     
Everything that I got,  is just what I've got on
G                               A                  D             F#m    G          
When that sun is high in that Texas sky, I'll be bucking at the county fair
D             A          G      A        D
Amarillo by morning,  Amarillo I'll be there


D - F#m - G - A - D   


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


D - F#m - G - F#m - A - B - E


E         G#m      A              E       
Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
E             G#m           A               B7
Everything that I got is just what I've got on
A                       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             B7        A          B7     E 
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be


Kick: A - B - E


   E          B7       A             B7   E   
Amarillo by mornin' Amarillo's where I'll be

   E - G#m - A - B - E   (X2)