| Sha la la lala lalala
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| Sha la la lala lalala
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| Sha la la lala lalala
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| When the day is dawningon 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 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
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| And sweet Marie who waits for me
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| Sha la la lala lalala Sha la la lala lalala
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| Sha la la lala lalala 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 and the guy who’s coming to see her
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| Just beyond the highway, there’s an open plain
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| And it keeps me going 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 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
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| And sweet Marie who waits for me
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| Sha la la lala lalala Sha la la lala lalala
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| Sha la la lala lalala and Marie who waits for me |