Neil Sedaka Amarillo

When the day is dawning

On a Texas Sunday morning,

How I long to be there

With Marie who’s waitin’ 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 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.

There’s a church bell ringing,

Hear the sound of joy that it’s singing

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 going

Through the wind and rain.

Is this the way to Amarillo?…