Do You Know the Way to Amarillo Songtext

von Bob Hope

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When the day is dawning,
On a Texas Sunday Morning,
How I long to be there,
With Marie who's waiting for me there,
Every lonely city,
Where I hang my heads,
Aint as half as pretty,
As where my bayby's a-at,
Is this the way to Ammarrillo?
Every night I've been huggin my pillow,
Dreamin dreams of Ammarrillo,
And sweet Marie who waits for me,
Show me the way to Ammarrillo,
I've been weeping like a willow,
Cryin over Ammarrillo,
And sweet Marie who waits for me,
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Sha - la - la - la - la - la - la - la
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Sweet Marie who waits for me
There's a churchbell rining,
Hear the song of joy that its singing,
For the sweet Marie-a,
And the guy who's coming to see her,
Just beyond the highway,
There's an open plain,
And it keeps me going,
Through the wind and rain!
Is this the way to Ammarrillo?
Every night I've been huggin my pillow,
Dreamin dreams of Ammarrillo,
And sweet Marie who waits for me,
Show me the way to Ammarrillo,
I've been weeping like a willow,
Cryin over Ammarrillo,
And sweet Marie who waits for me,
Sha - la - la - la - la - la - la - la
Sha - la - la - la - la - la - la - la
Sha - la - la - la - la - la - la - la
And Marie who waits for me