Drinkin’ My Way Back Home – Gene WatsonBy I sobered up in HoustonIn the bed of my pickup truckMy head was hangin’ so heavyI could hardly hold it upI got to thinkin’ ’boutSweet little woman I left all aloneAnd that’s when I started rollin’Drinkin’ my way back homeDrinkin’ my way back homeListenin’ to a honky tonk songI hope the Devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong‘Cause I’m drinkin’ my way back homeI can feel that Texas sunDown on this redneck of mineEvery time I pop topI’m getting closer to the Arkansas lineI left a trail of Lone Star beersFrom here to San AntoneSo, baby, here I come, don’t worryDrinkin’ my way back homeDrinkin’ my way back homeListenin’ to a honky tonk songI hope the Devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong‘Cause I’m drinkin’ my way back homeDrinkin’ my way back homeListenin’ to a honky tonk songI hope the Devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong‘Cause I’m drinkin’ my way back homeHere I come, baby www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20