Sweet Amarillo

Well, the world's greatest wonder from what I can tell

Is how a cowgirl like you could ever look my way

I was blinded by glory with a half-written story

And a song spilling out off of every page

Sweet Amarillo, tears on my pillow

You never will know how much I cried

Sweet Amarillo, like the wind in the willow

Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride

So I drifted on down from the iron ore range

Across the wide Missouri, where the cool waters flow

When I got to Topeka, I looked up your name

But they said you rode off with the last rodeo

Sweet Amarillo, tears on my pillow

You never will know how much I cried

Sweet Amarillo, like the wind in the willow

Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride

Well, the thunders a-rumbling and the tumbleweed's tumbling

And the rodeo clown's off painting their face

I'm gunning the throttle for the Llano Estacado

On a wild Appaloosa, I'm blowing your way

Down in old Amarillo, there's a light in the window

Where a road-weary shadow drifts into the arms

Of a long-distance lover, then they turn back the covers

And dance the redowa 'til the light of the dawn

Sweet Amarillo, tears on my pillow

You never will know how much I cried

Sweet Amarillo, like the wind in the willow

Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride

Sweet Amarillo

Sweet Amarillo