But a wink and I'm through Amarillo
Yet I think oft and warm of the place
For 'twas there with a pal and a pillow
I let go of the bonds of my youth and put on a man's face

Well, the story's a classic one, truly
I guess it's only unique since it's me
She served drinks where I sang, her name's Julie
How she served me that warm night in June is my fond memory

Well, I've altered her name out of kindness
And the club where I sang's long since gone
Yet not distance nor time can erase from my mind
The sweet image of the moment when darkness first greeted the dawn

BRIDGE
It's in the mem'ry, not the moment, that I believe
In truth, the experience left a lot to desire
I was young and naive
With no tricks up my sleeve
And a thirst unrehearsed will be cursed
To be more smoke than fire

Oh, I give thanks for the woman I call Julie
For her unselfish portrayal of a wife
Yet it's not her but my mem'ry that I live with
So I give thanks for a mind that can smooth the rough edges of life

But a wink and I'm through Amarillo
Yet I think oft and warm of the place
For 'twas there with a pal and a pillow
I let go of the bonds of my youth and put on a man's face