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G I sobered up in Houston in the bed of my pickup truck C G My head was hangin? so heavy I could hardly hold it up G I got to thinkin? ?bout sweet little woman I left all alone C A D G And that?s when I started rollin?, drinkin? my way back home C C7 Drinkin? my way back home G Listenin? to a honky tonk song Em C I hope the devil in my soul don?t steer me wrong A7 D G Cause I?m drinkin? my way back home 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
C C7 Drinkin? my way back home G Listenin? to a honky tonk song Em C I hope the devil in my soul don?t steer me wrong A7 D G Cause I?m drinkin? my way back home
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