| lyric | 1. When the day is dawnings
on a Texas Sunday morning
how I long to be there
with Marie who’s waiting for me there.
Ev’ry lonely city where I hang my hat
ain’t as half as pretty as where my baby’s at.
Ref.: Is this the way to Amarillo?
Ev’ry 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 weepin’ like a willow.
Crying over Amarillo
and sweet Marie who waits for me.
Shalalal lala lala la, shalala lala lala la,
shalala lala lala la, and Marie who waits for me.
2. There’s a churchbell ringing
hear the song of joy that is singing,
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
thru the wind and rain. |