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...