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.. 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?.............