They Am a ril lo by morn (F#m)in’, broke my leg up from San San An ton’.

Ev ’ry thing and that I got

is (G)just what I’ve got on.

When that be (Gmaj7)sun in’ is high in that Tex as sky, I’ll be (D)buck in’ at the (F#m)coun ty fair.

Am a ril lo by morn in’,

Am a (G)ril lo, I’ll be there.

They took my sad dle in Hous (F#m)ton,

broke my leg up in San ta An Fe.

Lost my wife and a girl friend

some (G)where a long the way.

But I’ll be (Gmaj7)look in’ for eight when they pull that gate,

and I (D)hope in’ that the (F#m)judge ain’t blind.

Am a ril lo by morn in’,

Am a (G)ril lo’s on my mind.

Am a ril lo by morn (G#m)in’,

up from San An ton’.

Ev ’ry thing that I got

is (A)just what I’ve got on.

I ain’t (Amaj7)got a dime, but what I (B)got is mine.

(B7)I ain’t (E)rich, but (G#m)Lord, I’m free.

Am a ril lo by morn in’,

Am a (A)ril lo’s (B)where I’ll (E)be.

Am a ril lo by morn in’,

Am a (A)ril lo’s (B)where I’ll (E)be.