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Drinking My Way Back Home

Höfundur lags: Don J. Scaife , Phil Thomas og Ronny Scaife Flytjandi: Gene Watson Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]I sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck
My [C]head was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it [G]up  

I got to thinking about sweet little woman I left all alone
[C]And that's when I [D7]started rolling drinking my way back [G]home

[C]Drinking my way back home
[G]Listening to a honky tonk song
I hope the [A7]devil in my soul don't steer me wrong
Cause I'm [D7]drinking my way back [G]home


I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine
[C]Every time I pop a top I'm getting closer to the Arkansas [G]line

I left a trail of Lone Star beers from here to San Antone
[C]So baby here I come don't [D7]worry drinking my way back [G]home


I sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck
My head was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it up

I got to thinking about sweet little woman I left all alone
And that's when I started rolling drinking my way back home

Drinking my way back home
Listening to a honky tonk song
I hope the devil in my soul don't steer me wrong
Cause I'm drinking my way back home

I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine
Every time 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 drinking my way back home

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