Oh, My Baby
I've got dreaded in Atlanta
Lord, I walked on over that black-eyed church and queen
But outside of Amarillo
He found his thrill, I tell you
While I stepped into a jukebox on a pinball machine
Oh, Amarillo
What did you want my baby for?
Oh, Amarillo
Now he won't come home no more
Oh
You don't play it, you're on me
Hooked him in a first degree
Put another quarter
For stallion and porter
While he racks up fifty thousand
On a pinball machine
If we only hadn't stopped in there for coffee
If someone hadn't played
The window up above
Oh, it'd still be mine today
But he heard those fiddles play
One look and then I knew
This must be love
Oh, the pinball machine was in the corner
When he saw the light
And he had heaven green
Every damn one's the same
After he won his first three games
Oh, I stepped into a jukebox
On a pinball machine
Oh, Amarillo

What did you want my baby for?
Oh, Amarillo
What did you want my baby for?

What did you want my baby for?

Now he won't come back no more
You don't play it, you're on me
Hooked him in a first degree
Put another quarter
For stallion and porter
While he racks up fifty thousand
On a pinball machine
Oh, Amarillo
What did you want my baby for?
Oh, Amarillo
Oh, Amarillo, 91, no, no, no, no
You don't play a trick on me, hooked him in the first degree
Put another quarter, stall him and pour
While he racks up 50,000 on a pinball machine
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