George Strait – Amarillo by Morning

First, we have to consider the context. The early 80s were a time of transition for country music. The smooth, polished “countrypolitan” sound of the previous decades was starting to give way to a back-to-roots movement. Artists like Strait, along with contemporaries like Randy Travis and Alan Jackson, were championing a return to the traditional sounds and themes of country music.

Background

“Amarillo by Morning” perfectly embodies this shift. The song, written by Terry Stafford and Paul Fraser, tells the story of a down-on-his-luck cowboy leaving a dusty town with nothing but his horse and a yearning for a new start.

But it’s Strait’s voice that truly elevates the song. His signature baritone, smooth yet powerful, delivers the lyrics with a quiet confidence that resonates with the listener. There’s a sense of weary determination in his voice, perfectly capturing the protagonist’s emotional state.

Then there’s the music itself. The song is driven by a simple yet infectious fiddle melody, a cornerstone of traditional country music. The steady rhythm section, featuring a prominent acoustic guitar, keeps the song grounded while allowing for moments of subtle twang and flourish.

The song’s legacy continues to this day. It’s a staple on country radio stations, a favorite for karaoke nights, and a go-to choice for line dancing. It’s been covered by numerous artists, each adding their own interpretation to the timeless classic. But for many, Strait’s version remains the definitive one.

So, the next time you hear the opening strains of that fiddle, take a moment to appreciate the artistry of “Amarillo by Morning”. It’s a song that captures the essence of country music, the power of a great voice, and the enduring spirit of the American West.

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Lyrics

🎵 Let’s sing along with the lyrics! 🎤

When that Sun is high
In that Texas sky
I’ll be buckin’ at the county fair
Amarillo by mornin’
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

But I’ll be lookin’ for eight
When they pull that gate
And I hope that
Judge ain’t blind
Amarillo by mornin’