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 hi y'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

 I've travelled o'er the country, on my merry way
 Been in crowds and felt I was alone
 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 gonna be my very own
 Then we'll get a highchair in a year or so
 For our little home in San Antone