Tom: D
Introdução: D
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Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
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Everything that I got is just what I've got on
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When that sun is high in the Texas sky
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I'll be buckin' at the county fair
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Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo I'll be there
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They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe
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Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way
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But I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
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and I hope that judge ain't blind
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Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's on my mind
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Amarillo by mornin' up from San Antone
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Everything that I got is just what I've got on
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I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine
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I ain't rich but Lord I'm free
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Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
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Amarillo by mornin', Amarillo's where I'll be
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