Home In San Antone

(Ahh-haaa)
(Yes, yes)
(Ahh-haaa-haaa)
(Ah-fiddles)
(Come in Danny, come in)

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 (good ole San Antone)

When I greet my neighbor, with a how you 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

(Ah, there's a boy again)
(Brother McNally)
(The last word is steel, haa)
(Jody)
(Come on boy, fiddle)
(Yes)

(Ahh-now Woody Woods)
(Look every body swing)
(And Danny, how about you)
(Let's hear you sing)

Travel over 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 (ah, your own)
And we'll buy a high chair, in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone



Credits
Writer(s): Fred Rose
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