Album : Troubadour
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
I'm on my way to Amarillo
I can't seem to get my fill of that
Little west Texas Town
I've got a sweet thing built, right Betty
Head to toe, shes mighty pretty
Living in that west Texas town

[Chorus:]
Friday comes, it's time to roll
Time for me to hit the road
I've got my eyes on the horizon
My little dish in that panhandle
Lights up like a Roman Candle
When I reach that west Texas town
Ah, sing it Dean

From Big Spring all the way to Plainview
I can't wait to get to you know who
In that west Texas town
I drive through hell and half of Texas
Just to get to her by breakfast
Waiting in the west Texas town

[Chorus]

Baby, turn the porch light on
Your big Poppa's coming home
To that west Texas town
Awwww...
I'm on my way to Amarillo   I can't seem to get my fill of that   Little west Texas Town   I've got a sweet thing built, right Betty   Head to toe, shes mighty pretty   Living in that west Texas town      [Chorus:]   Friday comes, it's time to roll   Time for me to hit the road   I've got my eyes on the horizon   My little dish in that panhandle   Lights up like a Roman Candle   When I reach that west Texas town   Ah, sing it Dean      From Big Spring all the way to Plainview   I can't wait to get to you know who   In that west Texas town   I drive through hell and half of Texas   Just to get to her by breakfast   Waiting in the west Texas town      [Chorus]      Baby, turn the porch light on   Your big Poppa's coming home   To that west Texas town   Awwww...