C

Ama-

rillo

by

Em

mornin'

F

up

from

San

An-

C

tone

C

Every

thing

that

Em

I

got

is

F

just

what

I

got

G7 FOUR_MAJOR

on,

G7 FOUR_MAJOR

When

that

Fmaj7

sun is

high

in

that

G7 FOUR_MAJOR

Texas

sky,

I'll

be

C

Em

buckin'

at the

coun-

ty

F

fair,

C

They

took my

saddle

in

Em

Houston,

broke

my

F

leg

in

Santa

C

Fe;

C

Lost

my

wife and

a

Em

girl-

friend

some-

F

where

a-

long

the

G7 FOUR_MAJOR

way.

I'll be

Fmaj7

lookin'

for aid

when

they

G7 FOUR_MAJOR

pull

that

gate

and I

C

Em

hope

the

judge

ain't

F

blind.

D ONE_MAJOR

Ama-

rillo

by

FBm THREE_MINOR

morn-

in'

G FOUR_MAJOR

up

from

San

An-

D ONE_MAJOR

tone

D ONE_MAJOR

Every

thing

that

FBm THREE_MINOR

I

got

is

G FOUR_MAJOR

just

what

I

got

A7 FIVE_MAJOR

on,

I ain't

Gmaj7 FOUR_MAJOR

got a

dime,

and what

I

A7 FIVE_MAJOR

got

is mine

I

ain't

D ONE_MAJOR

FBm THREE_MINOR

rich

but

Lord

I'm

G FOUR_MAJOR

free.