I | Eb |
II | F |
iii | Gm |
IV | Ab |
V | Bb |
Eb
Gm
Ab
Bb
Eb
Gm
Ab
Bb
Eb
Ama-
rillo
by
Gm
mornin'
Ab
up
from
San
An-
Eb
tone
Eb
Every
thing
that
Gm
I
got
is
Ab
just
what
I
got
Bb7
on,
Bb7
When
that
Abmaj7
sun is
high
in
that
Bb7
Texas
sky,
I'll
be
Eb
Gm
buckin'
at the
coun-
ty
Ab
fair,
Ab
Ama-
rillo
by
Eb
Ama-
rillo
by
Bb7
mornin'
Ama-
Ab
Bb7
ril-
lo
I'll
be
Eb
there.
Gm
Ab
Bb7
Bb7
Eb
They
took my
saddle
in
Gm
Houston,
broke
my
Ab
leg
in
Santa
Eb
Fe;
Eb
Lost
my
wife and
a
Gm
girl-
friend
some-
Ab
where
a-
long
the
Bb7
way.
I'll be
Abmaj7
lookin'
for aid
when
they
Bb7
pull
that
gate
and I
Eb
Gm
hope
the
judge
ain't
Ab
blind.
Eb
Ama-
rillo
by
Bb7
morn-
in'
Ama-
Ab
Bb7
rillo's
on
my
Eb
mind.
Gm
Ab
Gm
Bb
C
F
Ama-
rillo
by
Am
morn-
in'
Bb
up
from
San
An-
F
tone
F
Every
thing
that
Am
I
got
is
Bb
just
what
I
got
C7
on,
I ain't
Bbmaj7
got a
dime,
and what
I
C7
got
is mine
I
ain't
F
Am
rich
but
Lord
I'm
Bb
free.
F
C7
Bb
C7
F
Gm
Ab
Gm
Bb
C
F
Ama-
rillo
by
C7
morn-
in',
Ama-
Bb
C7
rillo's
where
I'll
F
Bb
C
be,
F
Ama-
rillo
by
C7
morn-
in',
Ama-
Bb
C7
rillo's
where
I'll
F
be.
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