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. 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. I'm 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 And we'll buy (then we'll get) a highchair in a year or so For our little home in San Antone...