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On a Texas Sunday Morning |
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With Marie whos waiting for me there |
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Is this the way to Amarillo? |
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Every night I’ve been hugging my pillow |
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Dreaming dreams of Amarillo |
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And sweet Marie who waits for me |
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Show me the way to Amarillo |
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I’ve been weeping like a willow |
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And sweet Marie who waits for me |
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And Marie who waits for me |
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Theres a church bell ringing |
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hear the song of joy that its singing |
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And the guy whos coming to see her |
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Through the wind and rain |
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Is this the way to Amarillo? |
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Every night I’ve been hugging my pillow |
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Dreaming dreams of Amarillo |
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And sweet Marie who waits for me |
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Show me the way to Amarillo |
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I’ve been weeping like a willow |
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And sweet Marie who waits for me |
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And Marie who waits for me |
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And Marie who waits for me |
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And Marie who waits for me |
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