Текст Old Crow Medicine Show – Sweet Amarillo

Well the world’s greatest wonder from what I can tell
Is how a cowgirl like you could ever look my way
I was blinded by glory with a half written story
And a song spilling out off of every page

Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride

So I drifted on down from the Iron Ore Range
Across the wide Missouri where the cool waters flow
When I got to Topeka I looked up your name
But they said you rode off with the last rodeo

Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride

Well the thunder’s a rumbling and the tumbleweeds tumbling
And the rodeo clowns are painting their face
I’m gunning the throttle for Ilano Estacado
On a wild Appaloosa I’m blowing your way

Down in Old Amarillo there’s a light in the window
Where a road weary shadow drifts into the arms

Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride

Sweet Amarillo
Sweet Amarillo