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I sobered up in Houston in the bed of my pickup truck 
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My head was hangin? so heavy I could hardly hold it up 
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I got to thinkin? ?bout sweet little woman I left all alone 
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And that?s when I started rollin?, drinkin? my way back home 
 

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Drinkin? my way back home 
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Listenin? 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 drinkin? my way back home  
 
 
I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine 
Everytime 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, drinkin? my way back home 
 
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