Lyrics:

Doorman he counts his tips

Jamaican lady paints her lips

And they say they'll both be there If I need 'im

Taxi driver's a wreckless breed

The down and out express their need

Sometimes I don't know why I stay on Broadway


Radio and a Panama hat

Cop says, Kid, where'd you get that?

And they go off into the night a runnin'

A tiny stage in a neon bar

I pick up my old guitar

And play another country song on Broadway


Chorus

But in San Antone, I'm a star tonight

To one fan that's waiting

With lovin' arms to hold me tonight

When I get back home, to San Antone

San Antone


Big cigar and limousine

A man of independent means

From the other side of town is listenin'

They say he's a record man

To give this boy a helping hand

I never knew it could be so hard on Broadway


Chorus

But in San Antone, I'm a star tonight

To one fan that's waiting

With lovin' arms to hold me tonight

When I get back home, to San Antone

San Antone


Hotel room on the seventh floor

Somebody's lying against the door

I don't think I can take much more of Broadway


Chorus

But in San Antone, I'm a star tonight

To one fan that's waiting

With lovin' arms to hold me tonight

When I get back home, to San Antone

San Antone