When the day is dawning

on a Texas Sunday morning,

how I long to be there

with Marie whos waitin for me there.

Every lonely city

where I hang my hat,

aint as half as pretty

as where my babys at.



Is this the way to Amarillo?

Every night Ive been hugging my pillow

dreaming dreams of Amarillo

and sweet Marie who waits for me.

Show me the way to Amarillo

Ive been weepin like a willow

crying over Amarillo

and sweet Marie who waits for me.



Sha la la la la la la la

and Marie who waits for me.



Theres a church bell ringing,

hear the sound of joy that its singing

for the sweet Maria

and the guy whos comin to see her.

Just beyond the highway

lies an open plain

and it keeps me going

through the wind and rain.



Is this the way to Amarillo?.............