About the song
In the vast landscape of country music, certain songs transcend mere popularity, etching themselves into the very soul of the genre. “Amarillo By Morning,” performed by the iconic George Strait, is undoubtedly one such masterpiece. Released in 1983, this song is more than just a melody; it’s a poignant narrative of a weary rodeo cowboy, a reflection on the transient nature of life, and a testament to the enduring spirit of the American West.
George Strait, often hailed as the “King of Country,” delivers this song with a sincerity that resonates deeply with listeners. His smooth, baritone voice carries the weight of the cowboy’s journey, painting a vivid picture of dusty roads, fleeting triumphs, and the quiet resignation that comes with a life lived on the move. The song’s lyrics, penned by Terry Stafford and Paul Fraser, are a masterclass in storytelling, weaving a tale of both hardship and resilience.
“Amarillo By Morning” is not just a song; it’s a cultural touchstone, a piece of Americana that captures the essence of the cowboy ethos. It speaks to the universal experience of chasing dreams, facing setbacks, and finding solace in the simple beauty of a new day. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless quality, its ability to connect with listeners across generations.
For those who have lived through the ups and downs of life, “Amarillo By Morning” offers a sense of camaraderie, a shared understanding of the bittersweet journey we all undertake. It’s a song to be savored, to be reflected upon, and to be appreciated for its profound beauty and enduring message.
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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
