Amarillo - Kathy Mattea

My baby never was a cheating kind

But it wasn’t 'cause the ladies didn’t try

Now everywhere we go, we’re walking 'round and slow

Giving him a flutter and a sigh

Now I got him pass that redhead in Atlanta

Lord, I walked all over that black eyed Cajun Queen

But outside Amarillo, he found his thrill I tell you

Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine

Oh, Amarillo, what you want my baby for?

Oh, Amarillo, now I won’t come home no more

You don’t play the trick on me, hooked him in the first degree

While I could not recall which Dalian imported

By the wrecks of 50,000 on the pinball machine

If we only hadn’t stopped in there for coffee

If someone hadn’t played the window of the bug

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 big game

Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine

Oh, Amarillo, what you want my baby for?

Oh, Amarillo, no I won’t come home no more

You don’t play the trick on me, hooked him in the first degree

While I could not recall which Dalian imported

By the wrecks of 50,000 on the pinball machine

Oh, Amarillo, what you want my baby for?

Oh, Amarillo, now I won’t come home no more

You don’t play the trick on me, hooked him in the first degree

While I could not recall which Dalian imported

By the wrecks of 50,000 on the pinball machine