F

Ama-

rillo

by

Am

mornin'

Bb

up

from

San

An-

F

tone

F

Every

thing

that

Am

I

got

is

Bb

just

what

I

got

C7

on,

C7

When

that

Bbmaj7

sun is

high

in

that

C7

Texas

sky,

I'll

be

F

Am

buckin'

at the

coun-

ty

Bb

fair,

F

They

took my

saddle

in

Am

Houston,

broke

my

Bb

leg

in

Santa

F

Fe;

F

Lost

my

wife and

a

Am

girl-

friend

some-

Bb

where

a-

long

the

C7

way.

I'll be

Bbmaj7

lookin'

for aid

when

they

C7

pull

that

gate

and I

F

Am

hope

the

judge

ain't

Bb

blind.

G FOUR_MAJOR

Ama-

rillo

by

Bm

morn-

in'

C

up

from

San

An-

G FOUR_MAJOR

tone

G FOUR_MAJOR

Every

thing

that

Bm

I

got

is

C

just

what

I

got

D7 ONE_MAJOR

on,

I ain't

Cmaj7

got a

dime,

and what

I

D7 ONE_MAJOR

got

is mine

I

ain't

G FOUR_MAJOR

Bm

rich

but

Lord

I'm

C

free.