Gene Watson - Drinkin' My Way Back Home lyrics

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 'Cause 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 'Cause 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 'Cause I'm drinkin' my way back home Here I come, baby