About the song
“Amarillo By Morning” offers a glimpse into the life of a rodeo cowboy, a figure that embodies the rugged individualism and the transient nature of a certain American experience. George Strait’s rendition, however, transcends the specific details of that life, speaking to a broader theme of perseverance in the face of hardship. It’s a song that understands the weight of miles traveled, the ache of disappointments, and the quiet resilience that keeps one moving forward.
What makes this song so compelling is its authenticity. George Strait’s voice, with its smooth, understated delivery, conveys a sense of hard-earned wisdom. He doesn’t need to over-dramatize the lyrics; the emotion is inherent in the story itself. For a mature audience, who have likely weathered their own share of life’s ups and downs, this authenticity resonates deeply. We understand the feeling of “dusty roads and empty pockets,” and we appreciate the strength it takes to keep going.
Musically, “Amarillo By Morning” is a masterclass in traditional country songwriting. The simple, yet evocative, melody, the tasteful instrumentation, and the heartfelt lyrics all come together to create a listening experience that is both timeless and deeply moving. It’s the kind of song that feels like an old friend, a comforting presence in a world that often feels chaotic.
“Amarillo By Morning” has become an anthem for those who chase their dreams, for those who understand the sacrifices that come with pursuing a passion. George Strait’s iconic performance has solidified its place in the country music canon, and it continues to inspire listeners with its message of hope, resilience, and the enduring spirit of the American West.
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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
