Song Lyrics

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
I'm a millionaire
I still have my home in San Antone

When I greet my neighbor with a hi y'all
I'm as welcome as a king upon a throne
But when I feel like braggin'
I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone

Well I travel around the country on my merry way
I've been to 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

And 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

Well I haven't got a worry
Haven't got a care
Haven't got a thing to call my own
And though I'm out of money
I'm a millionaire
I still have my home in San Antone

And there's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's goin' to be my very own
And then I'll build a high chair in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone

I'm a native son of San Antone
For our little home in San Antone

Fred Rose

The duration of Home in San Antone is 2:44 minutes and seconds.