Drinkin' My Way Back Home Gene Watson
Drinkinā?? My Way Back Home
By Gene Watson
[G]I sobered up in Houston in the bed of my pickup truck
My [C]head was hanginā?? so heavy I could hardly hold i[G]t up
[G]I got to thinkinā?? ā??bout sweet little woman I left all alone
[C]And thatā??s when [A]I started rollinā[D]??, drinkinā?? my way[G] back home
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[C]Drinkinā?? my way bac[C7]k home
[G]Listeninā?? to a honky tonk song
I hope the [Em]devil in my soul donā??[C]t steer me wrong
Cause Iā??[A7]m drinkinā??[D] my way b[G]ack home
I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine
Everytime I pop a top, Iā??m gettingā?? closer to the Arkansas line
I left a trail of Lone Star beers from here to San Antone
So baby here I come, donā??t worry, drinkinā?? my way back home
Chorus
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