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Home In San Antone
HOME IN SAN ANTONE
(Floyd Jenkins aka Fred Rose)
« © '59 Milene Music, ASCAP »
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 and 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
But when I feel like braggin' I just up and say I'm a native son of San Antone
Well I travel 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 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
For our little home in San Antone
For our little home in San Antone
For our little home in San Antone
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