Text: Steve Spurgin. Tumbleweed Town. Going Back To San Antone.

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