A little south of New York City and I'm looking for a ride
Drinking truck-stop coffee to choke down a little pride
I been up here about a year, and it's just too dang cold
The weather ain't much better, I'm going back to San Antone
My wallet and my big ideas are both just busted flat
I been sleepin' at the mission, and some sucker stole my hat
Had to sell my Cadillac and I'm down to skin and bone
I need some good home cookin', I'm going back to San Antone
I want to find a cool mimosa tree along that river walk
Watch those Texas girls smile and twirl — man, I love to hear ‘em talk
Hey mister, aren't those Texas plates — I hope you're headed home
Can I jump inside — sure need a ride going back to San Antone
I'll go junkyard crazy if I don't get out in time
I want to hit that hacienda and let Angel ease my mind
‘Cause I'm tired of eating tofu and going home alone
I need a hot enchilada — I'm going back to San Antone
I want to find a cool mimosa tree and hear some southern talk
Watch those Texas girls smile and twirl — man, I love to watch ‘em walk
Hey mister, aren't those Texas plates — I hope you're headed home
Can I jump inside — sure need a ride going back to San Antone
Can I jump inside — sure need a ride going back to San Antone