San Antonio

SAN ANTONIO © KURT MAHONEY

The jukebox spits out rock and roll anthems
While the moon passes slowly through the trees
The waitress, she smiles as if she cares who you are
And says ‘that’ll be twenty dollars please’
While the cops are out playin’ hide and seek
As if nobody around can see
But you ain’t got a thing on me

‘Cause they’re playin’ Hank Williams on the radio
While the moon shines down on the Alamo
And I’ve only got another hundred miles to go
To San Antonio

Old Lightnin’ Rod’s got one hand on his pistol
He flashes a grin as he buys the house a round
And One-Eyed Jack’s makin’ deals with the devil
He’s got one last card and one foot in the ground
And the senoritas smell of cheap perfume
As the old men follow them to their rooms
But you won’t bury me in your saloon

‘Cause they’re playin’ Hank Williams on the radio
As the moon shines down on the Alamo
And I’ve only got another hundred miles to go
To San Antonio

Like a coyote howlin’ at the moon
My mind’s gettin’ restless
I know I’ll be there soon
If there’s a God in heaven I need him now
Gonna win that little lady’s love back somehow

(instrumental)
Like a coyote howlin’ at the moon
My mind’s gettin’ restless
I know I’ll be there soon
If there’s a God in heaven
I need him now
Gonna win that little lady’s love back somehow

My heart beats to the rhythm of the drifter
I have lived my days in the shadow of the law
I’m drawn to things mysterious and sinister
The angels sing
But I can’t hear them call
Now California’s done lost it’s gold
And New York City’s just too damn cold
And I believe I’m at the end of my road

‘Cause they’re playin’ Hank Williams on the radio
As the moon shines down on the Alamo
And I’ve only got another hundred miles to go
To San Antonio
Yeah they’re playin Hank Williams on the radio
As the moon shines down on the Alamo
And I’ve only got another hundred miles to go
To San Antonio
San Antonio
San Antonio