Sweet Amarillo
CRITTER FUQUA, DONNA WEISS, KETCH SECOR
Well the world's greatest wonder
from what I can tell
Is how a cowgirl like you could ever look my way
I was planted by glory with a half written story
Songs spilling out off of every page
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know how much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willow
Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride
So I drifted on down iron old range
Across the wide Missouri, where the cool waters flow
When I got to Topeka, I looked up your name
It said you rode off with the last rodeo
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know how much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willow
Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride
When the thunders a-rumblin'