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Tom: G

G           Em       C             G
Amarillo by mornin', up from San Antone.
                Em           C                  D
Everything that I've got, is just what I've got on.
          Em                  C
When that sun is high in that Texas sky,
        G              Em     C
I'll be buckin' at the county fair.
G           Em          C             G
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo I'll be there.
G                      Em                C            G
They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe.
                   Em              C               D
Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way.
        Em                          C
I'll be lookin' for eight when they pull that gate,
      G         Em          C
And I hope that judge ain't blind.
G           Em           C            G
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's on my mind.
G           Em       C             G
Amarillo by mornin', up from San Antone.
                Em           C                  D
Everything that I've got, is just what I've got on.
        Em                    C
I ain't got a dime, but what I got is mine,
        G         Em       C
I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free.
G           Em          C                  G
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
G           Em          C                  G
Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be.