Home In San Antone

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Haven't got a worry, haven't got a care
 Haven't got a thing to call my own
 Tho' I'm out of money I'm a millionaire
 I still have my home in San Antone
 When I greet my neighbor with a howdy all
 I'm wealthy as a king upon a throne
 You can have your mansion or a cottage small
 I'll just take my home in San Antone
 Traveled o'er the country on my merry way
 Been in crowds and felt I was alone
 When I feel like bragging 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 get a highchair in a year or so
 For our little home in San Antone
 

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Duration
02:31
Key
5
Tempo
116 BPM

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