Amarillo (Live)

This next song is also gonna be on the
On this record and it's a, it's a tragic story of losing one's love to
A pinball machine and jukebox that plays nothin' but
Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner
It's called Amarillo
(One, two, three, four, one)

My baby never was the cheatin' kind
But it wasn't 'cause the ladies didn't try
Now everywhere we go
They're walkin' 'round him slow
Givin' him a flutter and a sigh

Now I got him past that redhead in Atlanta
Lord, I walked all over that black-eyed cajun queen
But outside of Amarillo, he found his thrill, I'll tell you
I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine

Oh, Amarillo, what'd you want my baby for?
Oh, Amarillo, now he won't come home no more
Well, you done played a trick on me
Now you hooked him in the first degree
While he put another quarter
Push Dolly and then Porter
While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine

If we only hadn't stopped in there for coffee
If someone hadn't played, The Window Up Above
Oh, he'd still be mine today
But he heard those fiddles play
One look and then I knew this must be love

Oh, that pinball machine was in the corner
Well, he saw the lights and he had to hear 'em ring
And he never was the same after he won his first free game
Well, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine

Oh, Amarillo, what'd you want my baby for?
Oh, Amarillo, now he won't come home no more
You done played a trick on me
Now you hooked him in the first degree
While he put another quarter
Push Dolly and then Porter
While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine

Oh, Amarillo, what'd you want my baby for?
Oh, Amarillo, now he won't come home no more
You done played a trick on me
Now you hooked him in the first degree
While he put another quarter
Push Dolly and then Porter
While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine