Leavin' Amarillo - Shaver

Sometimes I want to hug her, sometimes I want to wring her neck

She wants to be a big star but she can’t even sing a lick

She’s got an ass about thirteen axe handles wide

And to stay here with her would be suicide

So I’m leavin' Amariller, 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 Amariller 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' Amariller, 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 everyday and one of them could be me

I may buy me a hat and learn to sing through my nose

I may even buy some sequined clothes

But I’m leavin' Amariller, 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?

(Spoken) — I’m gonna say somethin' else…

Every doggone check I got from a club in Amariller bounced like a doggone

basketball

If you think I’m going back there to get them checks straightened out you got

another think coming

I ain’t ever going through Amariller again 'cause I just don’t particularly

like it

Worse than that is Lubbock

Lubbock’s got some good folks in it, but they all dead

That’s it, I’m through with Amariller

Aw, I might come back if I have to

Probably get lynched

They ain’t got no trees out there, though!