Leavin' Amarillo

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Sometimes I want to hug her, sometimes I want to wring her neck
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She wants to be a big star but she can't even sing a lick
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She's got an ass about thirteen axe handles wide
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And to stay here with her would be suicide
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So I'm leavin' Amariller, I ain't coming back again
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Screw you, You ain't worth passing through
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Hey hey, You don't route anyway, what more can I say?

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I'm down at the station just trying to buy some gasoline
I'm leaving Amariller and I ain't coming back again
You can't buy beer here at the grocery store
But I won't have to worry about that no more
'Cause I'm leavin' Amariller, I ain't coming back again.
Chorus
There's a whole bunch of cookie-cutters waiting up in Tennessee
They make stars everyday and one of them could be me
I may buy me a hat and learn to sing through my nose
I may even buy some sequined clothes
But I'm leavin' Amariller, I ain't coming back again
Chorus
(Spoken)  - I?m gonna say somethin? else?
Every doggone check I got from a club in Amariller bounced
like a doggone basketball. If you think I'm going back there
to get them checks straightened out you got another think coming.
I ain't ever going through Amariller again 'cause I just don't
particularly like it.
Worse than that is Lubbock.
Lubbock's got some good folks in it, but they all dead.
That's it; I'm through with Amariller.
Aw, I might come back if I have to.
Probably get lynched...
They ain't got no trees out there, though!