When the day is dawning on a Texas Sunday morning 
how I long to be there 
with Marie who's waiting for me there 
every lonely city where I hang my hat 
ain't as half as pretty as where my baby's at 

Is this the way to Amarillo 
every night I've been hugging my pillow 
dreaming dreams of Amarillo
and sweet Marie who waits for me 
show me the way to Amarillo 
I've been weeping like a willow 
crying over Amarillo 
and sweet Marie who waits for me 

Sha la la lala lalala Sha la la lala lalala 
Sha la la lala lalala and Marie who waits for me 

There's a church bell ringing 
hear the song of joy that it's singing 
for the sweet Maria
and the guy [bad word] to see her 
just beyong the highway, there's an open plain 
and it keeps me going through the wind and rain 

Is this the way to Amarillo 
every night I've been hugging my pillow 
dreaming dreams of Amarillo
and sweet Marie who waits for me 
show me the way to Amarillo 
I've been weeping like a willow 
crying over Amarillo 
and sweet Marie who waits for me 

Sha la la lala lalala Sha la la lala lalala 
Sha la la lala lalala and Marie who waits for me