"Home Is San Antone" lyrics

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

Well, when I greet my neighbor with a hi you all
I'm wealthy as a king upon a throne
Yes, you can have your mansion or a cottage small
And I'll just take my home in San Antone

(Aw, Johnny Gimble)

(And Weldon Myrick, yeah)

(Johnny Gimble on the mandolin)

I've traveled o'er the country on my merry way
Been in crowds I felt I was alone
When I feel like bragging I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone

Well, there's a sweet somebody out by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be my very own
Then we'll get a high chair in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone

For our little home in San Antone
All right...