Drinkin' My Way Back Home

Gene Watson

I sobered up in Houston in the bed of my pickup truck My head was hangin’ so heavy I could hardly hold it up I got to thinkin’ ‘bout sweet little woman I left all alone And that’s when I started rollin’, drinkin’ my way back home Drinkin’ my way back home Listenin’ to a honky tonk song I hope the devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong Cause I’m drinkin’ my way back home I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine Everytime I pop a top, I’m getting’ closer to the Arkansas line I left a trail of Lone Star beers from here to San Antone So baby here I come, don’t worry, drinkin’ my way back home Chorus

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