| The panhandle dust is blowin' hard tonight
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| I can’t even see across the road
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| I’m thankful for the wind
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| It’s a blessing in desskies
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| It keeps me from seein'
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| The lights of Amarillo
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| Well I can’t really blame her
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| For leavin' me here
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| I couldn’t leave papa all alone
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| She wanted those kinda things
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| That I could never give her
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| She went to find them
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| In the lights of Amarillo
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| The lights of Amarillo shines so bright
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| Across the plains they became her guiding light
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| I can see them in the distance on a clear panhandle night
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| She’s out there somewhere in the lights of Amarillo
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| Well each night I’m so warn out
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| From workin' all day long
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| Hoein' those endless cotton rows
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| 'Bout the time I’m layin' down
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| Her dancin' shoes are going on
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| Going out with some cowboy
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| In the lights of Amarillo
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| The lights of Amarillo shines so bright
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| Across the plains they became her guiding light
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| I can see them in the distance on a clear panhandle night
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| She’s out there somewhere in the lights of Amarillo
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| She’s out there somewhere in the lights of Amarillo |