Home in San Antone (with Lukas Nelson) Songtext
von Willie Nelson

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

And when I greet my neighbor with a "Hi y′all"
I′m welcomed as a king upon a throne
And when I feel like braggin', I just up and say
I′m a native son of San Antone
Somebody

Well, I travel 'round the country all 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


And there's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be my very own
We′ll buy a high chair in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone

Well, I haven′t got a worry, haven't got a care
Haven′t got a thing to call my own
And though I'm out of money, I′m a millionaire
I still have my home in San Antone

And there's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she′s gonna be my very own
And then I'll build a high chair in a year or so
For our little home in San Antone
I'm a native son of San Antone
For our little home in San Antone

Well, that′s a great track