First stop, San Antonio.
We'll make Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone.
We made it to Amarillo by morning, had a coffee and slept. Now it's time to move on. This time to Laredo. For a funeral....
We need to head west; we need to get to Phoenix. by the time we get to Phoenix, she'll be waiting.
We're in LA. Los Angeles, the city that doesn't give a damn about you. The hard city, the fast city. Adrenaline surges harsh the mellow that Isaac Hayes just gave us. I see your hair is burnin' / The hills are filled with fire
We finally made it, at least to the end of this leg of our trip. Bakersfield! And we can get our mellow cowboy groove back again, thanks to Buck and Dwight.
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Amarillo By Mornin'
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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.
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 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.
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