Sha la la la la la
Sha la la la la la
Sha la la la la la
When the day is dawning
On a Texas Sunday morning
How I long to be there
With Marie
who's waiting for me there
Every lonely city
Where I hang my hat
Ain't as half as pretty
As where my baby's at
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night
I've been hugging my pillow
Dreaming dreams of Amarillo
And sweet Marie
who waits for me
Show me the way
to Amarillo
I've been weeping
like a willow
Crying over Amarillo
And sweet Marie
who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
And Marie
who waits for me
There's a church bell
ringing
Hear the song of joy
that it's singing
For the sweet Maria
And the guy
who's coming to see her
Just beyond the highway
There's an open plain
And it keeps me going
Through the wind and rain
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night
I've been hugging my pillow
Dreaming dreams of Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Show me the way to Amarillo
I've been weeping like a willow
Crying over Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me
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