Gene Watson Drinking My Way Back Home (1984) lyrics

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