Lyrics:

When the day is dawning on a Texas Sunday morning, how I long to be there with Marie whos waitin for me there. Every lonely city where I hang my hat, aint as half as pretty as where my babys at. Is this the way to Amarillo? Every night Ive been hugging my pillow dreaming dreams of Amarillo and sweet Marie who waits for me. Show me the way to Amarillo Ive been weepin like a willow crying over Amarillo and sweet Marie who waits for me. Sha la la la la la la la and Marie who waits for me. Theres a church bell ringing, hear the sound of joy that its singing for the sweet Maria and the guy whos comin to see her. Just beyond the highway lies an open plain and it keeps me going through the wind and rain. Is this the way to Amarillo?.............