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I sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck
C G
My head was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it up
G
I got to thinking about sweet little woman I left all alone
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And that’s when I started rolling drinking my way back home
C
Drinking my way back home
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Listening to a honky tonk song
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I hope the devil in my soul don’t steer me wrong
D7 G
Cause I’m drinking my way back home
G
I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine
C G
Every time I pop a top I’m getting closer to the Arkansas line
G
I left a trail of Lone Star beers from here to San Antone
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So baby here I come don’t worry drinking my way back home