Well the world's greatest wonder from what I can tell Is how a cowgirl like you could ever look my way I was planted by glory with a half written story Songs spilling out off of every page Sweet Amarillo Tears on my pillow You never will know how much I cried Sweet Amarillo Like the wind in the willow Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride So I drifted on down iron old range Across the wide Missouri, where the cool waters flow When I got to Topeka, I looked up your name It said you rode off with the last rodeo Sweet Amarillo Tears on my pillow You never will know how much I cried Sweet Amarillo Like the wind in the willow Damn this old cowboy for my foolish pride When the thunders a-rumblin'