Going Back to San Antone Songtext
von Steve Spurgin

A little south of New York City and I′m looking for a ride
Drinking truck-stop coffee to choke down a little pride
I been up here about a year, and it's just too dang cold
The weather ain′t much better,
I'm going back to San Antone

My wallet and my big ideas are both just busted flat
I been sleepin' at the mission, and some sucker stole my hat
Had to sell my Cadillac and I′m down to skin and bone
I need some good home cookin′,
I'm going back to San Antone


I want to find a cool mimosa tree along that river walk
Watch those Texas girls smile and twirl man, I love to hear ′em talk
Hey mister, aren't those Texas plates I hope you′re headed home
Can I jump inside sure need a ride
going back to San Antone

I'll go junkyard crazy if I don′t get out in time
I want to hit that hacienda and let Angel ease my mind
'Cause I'm tired of eating tofu and going home alone
I need a hot enchilada
I′m going back to San Antone

I want to find a cool mimosa tree and hear some southern talk
Watch those Texas girls smile and twirl man, I love to watch ′em walk
Hey mister, aren't those Texas plates I hope you′re headed home
Can I jump inside sure need a ride going back to San Antone
Can I jump inside sure need a r-i- d-e going back to San Antone