Home in San Antone Songtext
von Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

Haven′t got a worry, haven't got a care
Haven′t got a thing to call my own
Tho' I'm out of money I′m a millionaire
I still have my home in San Antone
When I greet my neighbor with a howdy all
I′m wealthy as a king upon a throne


You can have your mansion or a cottage small
I'll just take my home in San Antone
Traveled o′er the country on my merry way
Been in crowds and felt I was alone
When I feel like bragging I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone

There′s a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be my very own
And we′ll get a highchair in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone