Jimmy Cliff - Amarillo Lyrics
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Amarillo
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What Are The Lyrics For Amarillo By Jimmy Cliff?
When the day is dawnin'
On a Texas Sunday mornin' How I long to be there With Marie who's waitin' for me there. Ev'ry 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? Ev'ry night I've been huggin' my pillow Dreamin' dreams of Amarillo And sweet Marie who waits for me. Show me the way to Amarillo I've been weepin' like a willow Cryin' over Amarillo And sweet Marie who waits for me. Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la And Marie who waits for me. There's a church bell ringin' Hear the sound of joy that it's singin' For the sweet Maria And the guy who's comin' to see her. Just beyond the highway Lies an open plain And it keeps me goin' Through the wind and rain. Is this the way to Amarillo? Ev'ry night I've been huggin' my pillow Dreamin' dreams of Amarillo And sweet Marie who waits for me. Show me the way to Amarillo I've been weepin' like a willow Cryin' over Amarillo And sweet Marie who waits for me. Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la And Marie who waits for me. Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la And Marie who waits for me. Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la la la la la la And Marie who waits for me. |
Who Wrote Amarillo By Jimmy Cliff?
Howard Greenfield, Neil Sedaka
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What's The Duration Of The Amarillo By Jimmy Cliff?The duration of Amarillo is 3:03 minutes and seconds. |
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