Amarillo

Album cover art for "Amarillo" by Emmylou Harris

Emmylou Harris - Country

Amarillo

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Duration: 3:07

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[Verse 1] My baby never was the cheating kind But it wasn't 'cause the ladies didn't try Now everywhere we go, they're walking around him slow Giving him a flutter and a sigh Now I got him past that redhead in Atlanta Lord, I walked all over that black-eyed Cajun Queen But outside of Amarillo, he found his thrill, I'll tell you I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine [Chorus] Oh, Amarillo, what you want my baby for? Oh, Amarillo, now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me, hooked him in the first degree He'll put another quarter, push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine [Verse 2] If we only hadn't stopped in there for coffee If someone hadn't played "The Window Up Above" Oh, he'd still be mine today, but he heard those fiddles play One look and then I knew this must be love Oh, that pinball machine's in the corner Well, he saw the lights and he had to hear them ring And he never was the same after he won his first free game Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and pinball machine [Chorus] Oh, Amarillo, what you want my baby for? Oh, Amarillo, now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me, now you hooked him in the first degree He'll put another quarter, push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine [Chorus] Oh, Amarillo, what you want my baby for? Oh, Amarillo, now he won't come home no more You done played a trick on me, hooked him in the first degree He'll put another quarter, push Dolly and then Porter While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine

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Credits

Writers
  • Rodney Crowell
  • Emmylou Harris