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,
And sweet Marie who waits for me.
Show me the way to Amarillo,
I've been weepin' like a willow,
Cryin' over Amarillo,
And sweet Marie who waits for me.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,
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 goin',
Through the wind and rain.
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night I've been huggin' my pillow,
Dreamin' dreams of Amarillo,
And sweet Marie who waits for me.
Show me the way to Amarillo,
I've been weepin' like a willow,
Cryin' over Amarillo,
There's a great Южн al Devil in amaro.
There's sweet 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
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Anne-Marie who waits for me
© transcript Emily Beynon