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Gene Watson Miscellaneous Drinking My Way Back Home (1984) I sobered up in Houston in the bed of a pickup truck My head was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it up I got to thinking of my sweet little woman I left all alone That’s when I started rolling and drinking my way back home Drinking my way back home Listening to my honky-tonk songs I woke the devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong So I’m drinking my way back home I feel that Texas sundown on this red-neck of mine Every time I pop a top I get closer to the Arkansas line I’ve left a trail of Lone Star Beers from here to San Antone So if you hear I come down worried drinking my way back home Drinking my way back home Listening to my honky-tonk songs I woke the devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong So I’m drinking my way back home Drinking my way back home Listening to my honky-tonk songs I woke the devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong So I’m drinking my way back home |
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