Gene Watson - Drinking my way back home

^GI sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck My ^Chead was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it ^Gup

^GI got to thinking about sweet little woman I left all alone ^CAnd that's when I ^D7started rolling drinking my way back ^Ghome

^CDrinking my way back home ^GListening to a honky tonk song

I hope the ^A7devil in my soul don't steer me wrong Cause I'm ^D7drinking my way back ^Ghome

^GI can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine ^CEvery time I pop a top I'm getting closer to the Arkansas ^Gline

^GI left a trail of Lone Star beers from here to San Antone ^CSo baby here I come don't ^D7worry drinking my way back ^Ghome