Home In San Antone Lyrics

Haven't got a worry haven't got a care I haven't got a thing to call my own
Though I'm out of money and I'm a millionaire
I still have my home in San Antone when I greet my neighbor with a hi y'all
I'm wealthy as a king upon a throne
But when I feel like braggin' I just up and say I'm a native son of San Antone
[fiddle - guitar]
Well I travel around the country on my merry way
I've been to crowds and felt I was alone But when I feel like braggin' I just up and say I'm a native son of San Antone
There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo someday she's goin' to be my very own
And we'll buy a high chair in a year or so for our little home in San Antone
For our little home in San Antone
[fiddle]
For our little home in San Antone
[fiddle]
For our little home in San Antone

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