San Antonio Rose
Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys Lyrics


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Ah-ha, my San Antonio Rose

Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone (San Antone)
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath the stars all alone

It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue, up above
A moonlit path that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love

Moon in all your splendor knows only my heart
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin' apart (yeah)
Speak once again of my love, my own (ah)

Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone (ah-ha)





All together now

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys' song "San Antonio Rose" embody the melancholy longing of a man who is reflecting on the bittersweet memories of a love that he has lost. Right from the opening line, "Deep within my heart lies a melody," we can see that the singer is consumed by a song, which somehow encapsulates everything that he feels about his lost and unattainable lover. The lyrics suggest that San Antone, the city in which his love was based, was a place of great significance to the singer - a place where he felt alive and connected to his now departed love.


The songwriter then goes on to paint a picture of San Antone, describing it as a place where he could escape into his dreams and memories and leave the rest of the world behind. The lyrics create a sense of enchantment and mystery around the city, as if it holds secrets and memories that only the singer can fully understand.


As the song progresses, the singer becomes increasingly fixated on the image of his lost love, calling her back through the Moon's "splendor," begging that she speaks "once again of my love, my own." It is clear that the singer is tormented by his memories of San Antonio and his lost love, a feeling that is intensified by the haunting melody of the song itself.


Overall, "San Antonio Rose" is a melancholy, soulful ballad that speaks to the timeless themes of lost love, nostalgia, and longing.


Line by Line Meaning

Ah-ha, my San Antonio Rose
Oh, my beloved San Antonio Rose


Deep within my heart lies a melody
In the depths of my heart, there is an unforgettable tune


A song of old San Antone (San Antone)
A tune of the old city of San Antone


Where in dreams I live with a memory
In my dreams, I relive my old memories


Beneath the stars all alone
Underneath the stars, all by myself


It was there I found beside the Alamo
It was there I discovered near the Alamo


Enchantment strange as the blue, up above
A strange enchantment, just like the blue sky above


A moonlit path that only she would know
A path lit by the moon that only my San Antonio Rose knows


Still hears my broken song of love
Still hears my broken love song


Moon in all your splendor knows only my heart
Moon, who shines with all her beauty, knows only my heart


Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
Bring back my beloved, my San Antonio Rose


Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin' apart (yeah)
Lips, so sweet and gentle, fall apart like petals


Speak once again of my love, my own (ah)
Speak of my love once again, my sweet heart


Broken song, empty words I know
I understand my song is broken, my words are empty


Still live in my heart all alone
But it still lives in my heart, all by myself


For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
For that moonlit path by the Alamo


And Rose, my Rose of San Antone (ah-ha)
And my beloved, San Antonio Rose (ah-ha)




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Written by: Bob Wills

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@billbright1755

The eyes of Texas are upon you.

The real Yellow Rose of Texas the lovely Ann Sheridan Denton Texas.

Man, I’ve had to drink out of a muddy hoof print, and I was ### glad to get it.

Just to be again, and to see again, where the bloom is on the sage.

Ride cowboy ride, pushing through mesquite and sage, for your darling now lies on her death bed.

Whispering for you with each breath.



All comments from YouTube:

@NavyCWO

As a young kid I remember hearing this on the radio. In 1954, I was 8 when my Dad who was an Air Force office, received orders to Randolph Field, just outside of San Antonio. I was so excited to be moving to such a famous city. It is celebrated in song AND is the home of the Alamo! As a transplanted Texas, I still love my adopted hometown and State!
God Bless Texas!

@danielhanson6546

One of the best tunes I've ever heard in my entire life...no matter who's doing it. It's got everything-It swings, it's bluesy & jazzy, great harmony vocals plus this stuff is a close relative to Mexican & German music/polkas...just a wonderful melting pot of great, great uplifting music and killer musicianship! This could only originate here in the USA...and I mean that in the most affectionate way:)

@kevinraabe457

Yu described it to the Tee!!!!

@ArcoZakus

@Daniel Hanson,
Everything you said is as great as this song. The only thing I'd add is also about a place in Texas. Historic.

@andyhiggins9688

My Grandpa didn’t talk much about his life growing growing up, but he would tell me about the time he got to play with Bob Wills and his face would light up! I could tell it was as a highlight of his life!

@twisthemp

Whoooo!!!!!! Drink a big cold beer for him ....I miss my grandpa's.....one of them liked the Kane nose candy...

@darrelltalbott4830

Coolbeans my friend

@cadenbariekman5656

Music can be a spiritual awakening

@turbomustang84

This was my Father's favorite band when he was a teenager...
It's a wonder he tolerated my teenage obsession with Black Sabbath and Pink Floyd....
R.I.P Dad

@randyjustrandy9937

As strange as it may seem, he probably respected your musical interests. You like Bob, that means you have good taste. Your Dad knew you had good taste. After all, there are only two kinds of music: good and bad.

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