Drinking My Way Back Home

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I sobered up Houston in the bed of 
my pickup truck

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My head was hanging so heavy I 
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could hardly hold it up

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I got to thinking about sweet little
 woman I left all alone

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And that's when I started rolling
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 drinking my way back home


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Drinking my way back home

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Listening to a honky tonk song

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

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Cause I'm drinking my way back home


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I can feel that Texas sundown on 
this redneck of mine

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Every time I pop a top I'm getting
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 closer to the Arkansas line

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I left a trail of Lone Star beers 
from here to San Antone

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So baby here I come don't worry 
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drinking my way back home