Karaoké 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

Drinkin' my way back home

Listenin' to a honky tonk song

I hope the Devil in my soul don't steer me wrong

'Cos I'm drinkin' my way back home

I can feel that

Texas sun down on this redneck of mine

Every time I pop 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

Drinkin' my way back home

Listenin' to a honky tonk song

I hope the Devil in my soul don't steer me wrong

'Cos I'm drinkin' my way back home

Drinkin' my way back home

Listenin' to a honky tonk song

I hope the Devil in my soul don't steer me wrong

'Cos I'm drinkin' my way back home

Here I come baby