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Introduction

There’s something magical about a song that can transport you with just a few notes, and “Amarillo By Morning” does exactly that. From the moment that fiddle kicks in, you’re no longer just a listener—you’re a traveler, riding through the lonely Texas highways, chasing dreams under a sky that never ends.

Originally written by Terry Stafford and Paul Fraser in the early 1970s, the song found its true home in 1983 when George Strait recorded it for his album Strait from the Heart. Strait’s smooth yet rugged vocals brought the song to life in a way that made it feel personal, even universal. It’s not just a cowboy’s song—it’s a song for anyone who’s ever sacrificed comfort for a dream, anyone who’s ever picked themselves up after a loss and kept moving forward.

The lyrics tell the story of a rodeo cowboy who’s seen hard times—busted bones, empty pockets, and a road that never ends. But listen closely, and you’ll hear something deeper than just struggle. It’s about resilience, about loving something so much that no hardship can shake your devotion. “I ain’t got a dime, but what I got is mine” isn’t just a line—it’s a statement of pride, of choosing passion over security, of living for something bigger than yourself.

“Amarillo By Morning” has become one of George Strait’s signature songs, not because it topped the charts (surprisingly, it only reached No. 4 on Billboard’s country charts), but because it resonates on a soul-deep level. It’s a song that makes you close your eyes and see the open road, that makes you feel the dust on your boots and the ache in your heart. Decades later, it still carries that same quiet, steadfast spirit—a reminder that even when life knocks you down, the sun will rise again, and there’s always another road to take

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Lyrics

Amarillo by mornin’
Up from San Antone
Everything that I got
Is just what I’ve got on
When that Sun is high
In that Texas sky
I’ll be buckin’ at the county fair
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo I’ll be there
They took my saddle in Houston
Broke my leg in Santa Fe
Lost my wife and a girlfriend
Somewhere along the way
But I’ll be lookin’ for eight
When they pull that gate
And I hope that
Judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo’s on my mind
Amarillo by mornin’
Up from San Antone
Everything that I got
Is just what I’ve got on
I ain’t got a dime
But what I’ve got is mine
I ain’t rich
But Lord, I’m free
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo’s where I’ll be
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo’s where I’ll be