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G I sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck C G My head was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it up G I got to thinking about sweet little woman I left all alone C D7 G And that's when I started rolling drinking my way back home C Drinking my way back home G Listening to a honky tonk song A7 I hope the devil in my soul don't steer me wrong D7 G Cause I'm drinking my way back home G I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine C G Every time I pop a top I'm getting closer to the Arkansas line G I left a trail of Lone Star beers from here to San Antone C D7 G So baby here I come don't worry drinking my way back home
Written by Don Scaife/Ronny Scaife/Phil Thomas
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