Lyrics Home in San Antone - Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

Home in San Antone

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 hi y’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
I’ve travelled o’er the country, on my merry way
Been in crowds and felt I was alone
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 gonna be my very own
Then we’ll get a highchair in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone