Besedila: Jim Ed Brown. Dawn In San Antone.

Footprints on the sidewalk crush by me in the night
The tavern signs on this old street are stepping stones of life
I walk and walk and search for you half stoned and all alone
How much longer can it be to dawn in San Antone
Neon painted pictures flash red and green and blue
I seem to feel you press my back and draw me close to you
Memories that break my mind hurt deep when I'm alone
As the night walks slowly to dawn in San Antone
I may let a strange girl love me just to keep me from the cold
But when I'm with another your mem'ry's what I hold
I still have the rosebud I've bought you for your hair

A half smoked cigarette I say was one I let you share
Time went so fast when you were mine but now that I'm alone
There's nothing more that comes so slow as dawn in San Antone
There's nothing more that comes so slow as dawn in San Antone