2 acessos
G I sobered up in Houston in the bed of my pickup truck C G My head was hangin’ so heavy I could hardly hold it up G I got to thinkin’ 'bout sweet little woman I left all alone C A D G And that’s when I started rollin’, drinkin’ my way back home C C7 Drinkin’ my way back home G Listenin’ to a honky tonk song Em C I hope the devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong A7 D G 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 Chorus