| San Antone, red dust is on my wagon | |
| The road is long | |
| San Antone, getting bust but we are here | |
| Only one way to be | |
| Getting it right | |
| Letting it cut me to the bone | |
| Bright lights you know I dig them with my eyes wide | |
| I can't remember why but I've come back an that's a fat | |
| Bright lights I dig the city and the city sights | |
| I can't imagine why but you can make me or you can break me | |
| San Antone I'm gonna run you down | |
| San Antone you won't remember me but I've came back | |
| And that's a fact | |
| The road is long | |
| San Antone, getting bust but we are here | |
| Only one way to be | |
| Getting it right | |
| Letting it cut me to the bone | |
| Bright lights you know I dig them with my eyes wide | |
| I can't remember why but I've come back an that's a fat | |
| Bright lights I dig the city and the city sights | |
| I can't imagine why but you can make me or you can break me | |
| San Antone I'm gonna run you down | |
| San Antone you won't remember me but I've came back | |
| And that's a fact | |
| I'm getting right | |
| Letting it cut me to the bone |