Home In San Antone (Live) (Remastered) Songtext
von George Strait

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
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
You can have your mansion or your cottage small
I'll just take my home in San Antone


Traveling around the country
On my merry way
I′ve been in 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...

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...