Dan Seals - In San Antone lyrics

Doorman he counts his tips Jamaican lady paints her lips And they say they'll both be there If I need 'im Taxi driver's a wreckless breed The down and out express their need Sometimes I don't know why I stay on Broadway Radio and a Panama hat Cop says, Kid, where'd you get that? And they go off into the night a runnin' A tiny stage in a neon bar I pick up my old guitar And play another country song on Broadway But in San Antone, I'm a star tonight To one fan that's waiting With lovin' arms to hold me tonight When I get back home, to San Antone San Antone Big cigar and limousine A man of independent means From the other side of town is listenin' They say he's a record man To give this boy a helping hand I never knew it could be so hard on Broadway But in San Antone, I'm a star tonight To one fan that's waiting With lovin' arms to hold me tonight When I get back home, to San Antone San Antone Hotel room on the seventh floor Somebody's lying against the door I don't think I can take much more of Broadway But in San Antone, I'm a star tonight To one fan that's waiting With lovin' arms to hold me tonight When I get back home, to San Antone San Antone