Introduction
Country music has always been built on stories of heartbreak, resilience, and the long dusty highways that stretch across America. But when George Strait released his now-iconic hit “Amarillo By Morning”, no one realized just how deeply personal — and shockingly raw — the song’s origins truly were.
For decades, fans have sung along to the haunting lines about a weary cowboy riding into Amarillo, broken down but unshaken. Many assumed it was just another classic rodeo tale. But shocking revelations have emerged: this song was never just a rodeo ballad — it was a confession, a cry from the soul of a man living on the edge of despair.
Insiders close to the King of Country now reveal that George was drawn to the song because it mirrored his own struggles in the early years of his career — nights on the road, chasing uncertain dreams, and carrying the weight of personal heartbreak. Those lyrics about losing everything but still having the drive to keep going? Fans now believe they are autobiographical.
The most shocking part? Many don’t realize “Amarillo By Morning” wasn’t even Strait’s own song. Written by Terry Stafford in 1973, it became George’s anthem because he poured his own life story into it, transforming it into something larger than life. What Stafford penned as a rodeo tune, Strait turned into a timeless testimony of sacrifice, loneliness, and the rugged spirit of America.
Today, the song is considered one of the greatest in country music history — but behind the applause lies a truth that fans are only beginning to understand: “Amarillo By Morning” wasn’t just sung… it was lived.
So the next time you hear those opening fiddle notes, remember — this isn’t just George Strait’s masterpiece. It’s the song that cost him everything… and gave him immortality.
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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
