Lyrics Willie Nelson – Home In San Antone
Text:
Haven’t got a worry haven’t got a care I 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 hi y’all
I’m wealthy 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
fiddle — guitar
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
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
For our little home in San Antone
fiddle
For our little home in San Antone
fiddle
For our little home in San Antone
fiddle — guitar
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
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
For our little home in San Antone
fiddle
For our little home in San Antone
fiddle
For our little home in San Antone
Album
Willie Nelson – Country Favorites - Willie Nelson Style
Willie Nelson – Making Believe
Willie Nelson – Heartaches By The Number
Willie Nelson – Home In San Antone
Willie Nelson – Don’t You Ever Get Tired (Of Hurting Me)
Willie Nelson – I Love You Because
Willie Nelson – San Antonio Rose
Willie Nelson – Fraulein
Willie Nelson – Go On Home
Willie Nelson – My Window Faces The South
Willie Nelson – I’d Trade All Of My Tomorrows (For Just One Yesterday)
Willie Nelson – Seasons Of My Heart
Willie Nelson – Columbus Stockade Blues