I sobered up in Houston in the bed of my pickup truck
My head was hanginâ so heavy I could hardly hold it up
I got to thinkinâ âbout sweet little woman I left all alone
And thatâs when I started rollinâ, drinkinâ my way back home.
Chorus:
Drinkinâ my way back home
Listeninâ to a honky tonk song
I hope the devil in my soul donât steer me wrong
'Cause Iâm drinkinâ my way back home.
--- Instrumental ---
I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine
Everytime I pop a top, Iâm gettingâ closer to the Arkansas line
I left a trail of Lone Star beers from here to San Antone
So baby here I come, donât worry, drinkinâ my way back home.
Chorus:
Drinkinâ my way back home
Listeninâ to a honky tonk song
I hope the devil in my soul donât steer me wrong
'Cause Iâm drinkinâ my way back home.
Chorus:
Drinkinâ my way back home
Listeninâ to a honky tonk song
I hope the devil in my soul donât steer me wrong
'Cause Iâm drinkinâ my way back home...