Old Crow Medicne 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

(Chorus)

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 yp your name

But they said you rode off with the last rodeo

Chorus

Well the thunder's a rumbling and the tumbleweeds tumbling

And the rodeo clowns are paining theire face

I'm gunning the throttle for Ilano Estecado

On a wild Appaloosa I'm blowing your way

Down in the Old Amarillo there's a light in the window

Where a road weary shadow drifts into the arms

Of a long distance lover when they turn back te covers

And dance the Redova 'til the light of the dawn

Chorus

© Bob Dylan, Ketch Secor, Critter Fuqua, 2014