Home In San Antone — текст песни (George Strait)

(Floyd Jenkins)

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

Traveling 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 going to be my very own
And we`ll buy a high chair in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone