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