Lyrics

Come in Danny, come in 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 (tell me) I still have my home in San Antone (good ol' San Antone) When I greet my neighbor with a "How d'you 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, yeah Traveled o'er the country on my merry way (yeah) 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 (way down in Texas, huh?) There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo (tell me) Someday she's gonna be my very own (your own? Oww) And we'll buy a highchair (two highchairs) in a year or so (yeah) For our little home in San Antone
Writer(s): Fred Rose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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