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