About the song
George Strait’s “Amarillo by Morning,” released in 1982, is a timeless country classic that has solidified the singer’s reputation as one of the genre’s most enduring and beloved figures. The song’s poignant lyrics, coupled with Strait’s soulful vocals and the heartfelt accompaniment of his band, have made it a cultural touchstone.
“Amarillo by Morning” is a reflective ballad that explores the themes of loneliness, longing, and the transient nature of life on the road. Strait’s lyrics paint a vivid picture of a weary traveler who is haunted by memories of a past love. The song’s melancholic tone is amplified by Strait’s emotive delivery, which conveys a sense of deep sadness and longing.
Musically, “Amarillo by Morning” is a beautifully crafted country ballad that showcases Strait’s vocal abilities and the talents of his band. The arrangement is sparse, allowing Strait’s vocals to take center stage. The song’s simple chord progression and steady tempo create a sense of longing and introspection, while the occasional guitar solo adds a touch of emotional release.
Beyond its commercial success, “Amarillo by Morning” has become a cultural touchstone, influencing countless artists and cementing Strait’s legacy as a pioneer of country music. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal and its ability to connect with listeners on a deep emotional level. As we listen to “Amarillo by Morning” today, we are reminded of the power of music to evoke powerful emotions and the enduring legacy of George Strait’s artistry.
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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