Lyrics:

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
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 your cottage small
I'll just take my home in San Antone
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Traveling around the country
On my merry way
I've been in 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...