Oh, My BabyI've got dreaded in AtlantaLord, I walked on over that black-eyed church and queenBut outside of AmarilloHe found his thrill, I tell youWhile I stepped into a jukebox on a pinball machineOh, AmarilloWhat did you want my baby for?Oh, AmarilloNow he won't come home no moreOhYou don't play it, you're on meHooked him in a first degreePut another quarterFor stallion and porterWhile he racks up fifty thousandOn a pinball machineIf we only hadn't stopped in there for coffeeIf someone hadn't playedThe window up aboveOh, it'd still be mine todayBut he heard those fiddles playOne look and then I knewThis must be loveOh, the pinball machine was in the cornerWhen he saw the lightAnd he had heaven greenEvery damn one's the sameAfter he won his first three gamesOh, I stepped into a jukeboxOn a pinball machineOh, AmarilloWhat did you want my baby for?Oh, AmarilloWhat did you want my baby for?What did you want my baby for?Now he won't come back no moreYou don't play it, you're on meHooked him in a first degreePut another quarterFor stallion and porterWhile he racks up fifty thousandOn a pinball machineOh, AmarilloWhat did you want my baby for?Oh, AmarilloOh, Amarillo, 91, no, no, no, noYou don't play a trick on me, hooked him in the first degreePut another quarter, stall him and pourWhile he racks up 50,000 on a pinball machine*