Tout le monde come on down, dig that crazy sound Yeah take a chance, Zydeco and romance Yeah everybody here, got rhythm in their bones It's another Friday
Well, I haven't got a worry, I 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'm a native son of
I got drunk in Austin Texas I missed my plane in North Carolina Spent all of my money on a long distance call Huntsville Prison walls so high I'm so lonesome
Tu, amor, mi vida Estoy amandote Tu sol, me alumbra Para darte calor Este mundo esta espera?ndote En tu sonrisa, mi corazon se llena hoy Mi caria+o eres
HOME IN SAN ANTONE (Floyd Jenkins aka Fred Rose) « © '59 Milene Music, ASCAP » Haven't got a worry haven't got a care I haven't got a
Standing on the westbound track with my hands in my pockets The wind blows against my back pushing me down the line Guess I've had enough of this empty
If they'll play one more love song And if that Miller Highlife sign stays dim And I'll just keep your glass so full of whiskey I'll whisper words I wish
She makes a lot of abstract art She haggles for the cheapest price She never orders take out food Before ten o'clock at night She's really into snowmobiles
Footprints on the sidewalk Crush by me in the night The tavern signs on this old street Are stepping stones of life I walk and walk and search for you
Anthony works in the grocery store Savin' his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a note on the door, She said, "Sonny, move out to the country." Workin
Rain drippin' off the brim of my hat sure is cold today Here I am walkin' down 66 wish she hadn't done me that way Sleepin' under a table in a roadside
Rain dripping off the brim of my hat Is sure is cold today An' here I am walking down Sixty Six Wish she hadn't done me that way Sleeping under a table
If they'll play another love song And if that Miller Highlife light stays dim And if you'll keep my glass full of whiskey I'll whisper words I wish I'
He said, "Oh my love, oh my Antonia You with the dark eyes and palest of skin Tonight, I am going from Santa Maria Wait for me till I'm in your arms once
Haven't got a worry, haven't got a care I 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
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
Footprints on the sidewalk crush by me in the night The tavern signs on this old street are stepping stones of life I walk and walk and search for you
I strolled to an old mission garden and as I was kneeling alone An arm gently fell on my shoulder it was the padre of old San Antone We went for a walk