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Song

# Debut Chart
44 May '77 Hot 100

Lyrics

When the day is dawning on a Texas Sunday morning, how I long to be there with Marie who’s waitin’ for me there. Every lonely city where I hang my hat, ain’t as half as pretty as where my baby’s at.


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Is this the way to Amarillo? Every 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. Sha la la la la la la la and Marie who waits for me. There’s a church bell ringing, hear the sound of joy that it’s singing for the sweet Maria and the guy who’s comin’ to see her. Just beyond the highway lies an open plain and it keeps me going through the wind and rain. Is this the way to Amarillo? Every 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. Sha la la la la la la la and Marie who waits for me.

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