Well the world's greatest wonder
from what I can tell
Is how a cowgirl like you could ever look my way
I was planted by glory with a half written story
Songs 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 willow
Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride

So I drifted on down iron old range
Across the wide Missouri, where the cool waters flow
When I got to Topeka, I looked up your name
It 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 willow
Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride

When the thunders a-rumblin'

Copyright: DO WRITE MUSIC LLC, KAREN SCHAUBEN PUBLISHING ADMINISTRATION
Writer(s): CRITTER FUQUA, DONNA WEISS, KETCH SECOR