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George Strait – Amarillo By Morning (Live At Gruene Hall, New Braufels, TX/2016)

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Introduction

“Amarillo By Morning” is one of those songs that feels like an old friend – it’s comforting, familiar, and yet every listen brings something new. Performed live at Gruene Hall in New Braunfels, TX, in 2016, George Strait’s rendition of this classic hit captures the essence of both the song and the storied venue.

Originally written by Terry Stafford and Paul Fraser, “Amarillo By Morning” tells the story of a rodeo cowboy’s life on the road, filled with highs and lows. Strait’s version, with his signature smooth vocals and heartfelt delivery, brings the cowboy’s journey to life, making listeners feel every mile traveled and every heartbreak experienced.

What makes this song truly special is its blend of simplicity and depth. The lyrics are straightforward, painting a vivid picture of the cowboy’s world, yet they resonate on a deeper level, touching on themes of perseverance and resilience. The live performance at Gruene Hall adds an extra layer of intimacy and authenticity, making you feel as if you’re right there in the audience, experiencing the magic firsthand.

George Strait’s connection to the song and the crowd is palpable. His easygoing demeanor and genuine love for the music shine through, creating a bond with the audience that transcends the performance. It’s not just a song; it’s a shared moment of musical storytelling that leaves a lasting impression.

Listening to “Amarillo By Morning” live, especially in a venue as iconic as Gruene Hall, is more than just an auditory experience – it’s a journey through time and emotion. It reminds us of the enduring spirit of the cowboy, the timeless appeal of country music, and the power of a well-told story.

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Lyrics

Amarillo by mornin’
Up from San Antone
Everything that I got
Is just what I’ve got on
When that Sun is high
In that Texas sky
I’ll be buckin’ at the county fair
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo I’ll be there
They took my saddle in Houston
Broke my leg in Santa Fe
Lost my wife and a girlfriend
Somewhere along the way
But I’ll be lookin’ for eight
When they pull that gate
And I hope that
Judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo’s on my mind
Amarillo by mornin’
Up from San Antone
Everything that I got
Is just what I’ve got on
I ain’t got a dime
But what I’ve got is mine
I ain’t rich
But Lord, I’m free
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo’s where I’ll be
Amarillo by mornin’
Amarillo’s where I’ll be

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