When the day is dawnin', on a Texas Sunday mornin',
How I long to be there, with Marie who's waitin' for me there.
Every lonely city, where I hang my hat,
Ain't as half as pretty, as where my baby's at.
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night I've been huggin' my pillow,
Dreamin' dreams of Amarillo,
Of sweet Marie who waits for me.
Show me the way to Amarillo,
I've been weepin' like a willow,
Cryin' over Amarillo,
Sweet Marie who waits for me.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-laa
And Marie who waits for me.
There's a church bell ringin',
Hear the song of joy that it's singin',
For the sweet Marie,
And the guy who's coming to see her
Just beyond the highway
There's an open plain
And it keeps me going
Through the wind and rain
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night I've been hugging my pillow
Dreaming dreams of Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Show me the way to Amarillo
I've been weeping like a willow
Crying over Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
And Marie who waits for me
And Marie who waits for me
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, and Marie who waits for me.