Leavin' Amarillo

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. Chorus 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 Chorus (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!