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Amarillo by Morning

It’s my usual early morning. Most days I wake up at 4 or 5 am, except for Sundays where I sleep till noon (the one day my religious family would like me to be up early).

As I sit here at the keyboard, I’m thinking of a song that’s stuck in my head: Amarillo by Morning by George Strait, or the unofficial Texas National Anthem. (It’s totally not, I had to sing the anthem in choir and I guarantee it is not as awesome as Amarillo by Morning.)

With all the crazy psychonautical bullshit that is going on with my health and personal life, the yearning, symphonic nature of the song really speaks to me, especially these parts of the song.

Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone
Everything that I’ve got is just what I’ve got on

When that sun is high in that Texas sky
I’ll be bucking at the county fair
Amarillo by morning, 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
Well I’ll be looking for eight when they pull that gate
And I hope that judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo’s on my mind

Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone
Everything that I’ve got is just what I’ve got on
I ain’t got a dime, but what I got is mine
I ain’t rich, but Lord I’m free

Amarillo by morning, Amarillo’s where I’ll be
Amarillo by morning, Amarillo’s where I’ll be”

-Amarillo by Morning, George Strait

I’ve lost all of my worldly possessions about three times in this life, and the notion of finding freedom in that in the song I wonder is what the singer is truly feeling or if it’s a wish. If it’s a state of mind, a place you lock yourself into so you can make it to Amarillo. But once you’ve lost everything three times, I guess it’s safe to say you know you’ll be okay.

Amarillo by morning this 5am. Amarillo is where I’ll be.

(I don’t live in Amarillo please don’t try to find me.)

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