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