• Play History
• Now Playing
• Artists
• Top Lists
• Search
• Your Favorites
• Song Info

Sometimes I wanna hug her, sometimes I wanna wring her neck
She wants to be a big star, but she can't even sing a lick
She's got an ass about 13 axe handles wide
And to stay here with her would be suicide
So I'm leavin' Amarillo and I ain't coming back again
Screw you
You ain't worth passing through
Hey, hey, you don't route anyway
What more can I say?
I'm down at the station just trying to buy some gasoline
I'm leaving Amarillo 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' Amarillo, I ain't coming back again
Screw you
You ain't worth passing through
Hey, hey, you don't route anyway
What more can I say?
There's a whole bunch of cookie-cutters waiting up in Tennessee
They make stars every day and one of them could be me
I may buy me a hat and learn to sing through my nose
And I may even buy some sequined clothes
But I'm leavin' Amarillo, I ain't coming back again
Screw you
You ain't worth passing through
Hey, hey, you don't route anyway
What? I'm gonna say somethin' else
I tell you what
Every doggone check I got from a club in Amarillo from some club
Got bounced like a doggone basketball
And if you think I'm going back out there
To get them checks straightened out
You got another thing coming
I ain't ever going through Amarillo again
'Cause I just don't particularly like it
And um- something
Worse than that is Lubbock
Lubbock's it's got some good folks in it, but they all dead
Ah, that's it, I'm through with Amarillo
Aw, I might come back if I have to
Probably get lynched
They ain't got no trees out there, though!