San Antone I traveled over the country on my merry way Been in crowds and felt I was alone When I feel like braggin', I'll just step and say I'm a native son of San Antone
high I'm so lonesome I could die You could make a grown man cry if you wanted to Say goodbye to Houston for me give my best to San Antone Tell Dallas
year or so for our little home in San Antone For our little home in San Antone For our little home in San Antone For our little home in San Antone
some pity What's around the bend, I'll never know If I'm not on that train to San Antone Gonna take the last train to San Antone
know how it goes But if tonight, I could be my tall dark stranger (You can be my stranger) I'll be your San Antone rose I'll be your San Antone rose
I'm alone There's nothing more that comes so slow As dawn in San Antone There's nothing more that comes so slow As dawn in San Antone...
people writin' letters back home Tomorrow she'll probably want me back but I'll still be just as gone Is anybody going to San Antone... Is anybody going to San Antone
a table in a roadside park A man could wake up dead But it sure seems warmer than it did Sleeping in our king sized bed Is anybody going to San Antone
before I don't want to hear a sad story We both already know how it goes So if you'll be my tall dark stranger I'll be your San Antone Rose I wish
San Antone There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo Someday she's going to be my very own And we'll buy a high chair in a year or so For our little home in San
HOME IN SAN ANTONE (Floyd Jenkins aka Fred Rose) « © '59 West Par Music » Haven't got a worry haven't got a care Haven't got a thing to
that I'm alone There's nothing more that comes so slow as dawn in San Antone There's nothing more that comes so slow as dawn in San Antone
old San Antone We went for a walk in the garden and as we were talking alone He told why he came to the mission to the mission in old San Antone Then
from climbing the walls And hopin', please be San Antone Please be on the phone Send your love back home to me Please be San Antone Please be on the
Sleepin' under a table in a roadside park why a man could wake up dead But it sure is warmer than it was sleepin' in a king size bed Is anybody going to San Antone
attention I knew that you would travel far 'n just like a rolling stone Yeah, you left me here alone On the last train to san antone San antone, san antone
IS ANYBODY GOING TO SAN ANTONE Writer Dave Kirby and Glenn Martin Rain drippin' off the brim of my hat sure is cold today Here I am walking down 66
