I 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 ya'll"
I'm wealthy as a king upon a throne
Now you can have your mansions or a cottage small
I'll just take my home in San Antone

Well I've traveled o'er the country, on my merry way
I've been in crowds and felt I was alone
When I feel like bragging I just up and say
Well I'm a native son of San Antone

Now there's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be my very own
Then wе'll get a highchair in a year or so
For our little homе in San Antone