Home in San Antone - текст песни
Home in San Antone
Haven't got a worry, haven't got a care Haven't got a thing to call my own Tho' 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 a cottage small I'll just take my home in San Antone
I've travelled o'er the country, on my merry way Been in crowds and felt I was alone 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 gonna be my very own Then we'll get a highchair in a year or so For our little home in San Antone
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