(Emmylou Harris/Rodney Crowell)
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My baby never was the cheatin' kind
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But it wasn't 'cause the ladies didn't try
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Now everywhere we go
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They're walkin' 'round him slow
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Givin' him a flutter and a sigh
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Now I got him past that redhead in Atlanta
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Lord I walked all over that black-eyed cajun queen
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But outside of Amarillo, he found his thrill, I'll tell you
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Oh, I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine
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Oh Amarillo what'd you want my baby for
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Oh Amarillo now he won't come home no more
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You done played a trick on me
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Hooked him in the first degree
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While he put another quarter
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Push Dolly and then Porter
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While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine
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If we only hadn't stopped in there for coffee
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If someone hadn't played The Window Up Above
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He'd still be mine today
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But he heard those fiddles play
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One look and then I knew this must be love
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Oh that pinball machine was in the corner
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Well he saw the lights and he had to hear 'em ring
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And he never was the same after he won his first free game
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Oh I lost him to a jukebox and a pinball machine
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Oh Amarillo what'd you want my baby for
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Oh Amarillo now he won't come home no more
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You done played a trick on me
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Hooked him in the first degree
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While he put another quarter
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Push Dolly and then Porter
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While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine
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Oh Amarillo what'd you want my baby for
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Oh Amarillo now he won't come home no more
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You done played a trick on me
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Hooked him in the first degree
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While he put another quarter
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Push Dolly and then Porter
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While he racks up fifty thousand on the pinball machine
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Amarillo
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| Emmylou Harris |
