I 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 ya'll" I'm wealthy as a king upon a throne Now you can have your mansions or a cottage small I'll just take my home in San Antone Well, I've traveled o'er the country, on my merry way I've been in crowds and felt I was alone When I feel like bragging I just up and say Well, I'm a native son of San Antone Now 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