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