Haven't got a worry
Haven't got a care
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 "How y'all?"
I'm wealthy as a king upon a throne
When I feel like bragging
I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone
Wade, play
Well, I've traveled over the country
On my merry way
Been in crowds and felt I was alone
But 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 then I'll build a highchair
In a year or so
For our little home in San Antone
For our little home in San Antone
For our little home in San Antone
For our little home in San Antone