Drinkin' My Way Back Home

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I sobered up in Houston in the bed of my pickup truck
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My head was hangin’ so heavy I could hardly hold it up
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I got to thinkin’ 'bout sweet little woman I left all alone
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And that’s when I started rollin’, drinkin’ my way back home

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Drinkin’ my way back home
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Listenin’ to a honky tonk song
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I hope the devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong
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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

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