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 in 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