D  F#m  G  A
D  F#m  G  A


[Verse 1]
D             F#m    G               D
  Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
D                  F#m     G                   A
  Everything that I got is just what I've got on
          G                  A
When that sun is high in the Texas sky
        D              F#m    G
I'll be buckin' at the county fair
D             A           G     A     D
  Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo I'll be there


[Instrumental]
(D) F#m  G  A


[Verse 2]
D                        F#m               G            D
  They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe
D                    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
and I hope that judge ain't blind
D             A           G       A   D
  Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's on my mind


[Instrumental]
(D) F#m  G  A


[Verse 3] (key change)
E             G#m    A               E
  Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
E                 G#m      A                 B
  Everything that I got is just what I've got on
        A                     B
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             B           A       B          E  A B
  Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
E             B           A       B       E
  Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be


[Outro]
(E) G#m  A  B
 E  G#m  A  B
 E  G#m  A  B  E