Chris Ledoux - Amarillo lights

^FIs blowin hard ^Ctonight I can't even see across the ^Groad I'm ^Cthankful for the wind Its a ^Fblessing in ^Cdisguise It keeps me from ^Gseeing The lights of ^CAmarillo

The ^Flights of amarillo shine so ^Cbright Across the plains they became her guiding ^Glight I can ^Csee them in the distance On a ^Fclear panhandle ^Cnight Shes out there ^Gsomewhere In the lights of ^Camarillo

^CI can't really blame her ^FFor leaving me ^Chere I couldn't leave papa all ^Galone She ^Cwanted those kind of things That ^FI could never give ^Cher She went to find ^Gthem In the lights of ^Camarillo

^CEach night i'm so worn out ^FFrom workin all day ^Clong Hoeing those endless cotton ^Grows By ^Cthe time i'm laying down ^FHer dancing shoes are going ^Con Going out with some ^Gcowboy In the lights of ^Camarillo