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