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.
Chorus:
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.
--- Instrumental ---
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:
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.
Chorus:
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...