Bb

Ama-

rillo

by

Dm

mornin'

Eb

up

from

San

An-

Bb

tone

Bb

Every

thing

that

Dm

I

got

is

Eb

just

what

I

got

F7

on,

F7

When

that

Ebmaj7

sun is

high

in

that

F7

Texas

sky,

I'll

be

Bb

Dm

buckin'

at the

coun-

ty

Eb

fair,

Bb

They

took my

saddle

in

Dm

Houston,

broke

my

Eb

leg

in

Santa

Bb

Fe;

Bb

Lost

my

wife and

a

Dm

girl-

friend

some-

Eb

where

a-

long

the

F7

way.

I'll be

Ebmaj7

lookin'

for aid

when

they

F7

pull

that

gate

and I

Bb

Dm

hope

the

judge

ain't

Eb

blind.

C

Ama-

rillo

by

Em

morn-

in'

F

up

from

San

An-

C

tone

C

Every

thing

that

Em

I

got

is

F

just

what

I

got

G7 FOUR_MAJOR

on,

I ain't

Fmaj7

got a

dime,

and what

I

G7 FOUR_MAJOR

got

is mine

I

ain't

C

Em

rich

but

Lord

I'm

F

free.