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I sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck 

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My head was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it up 

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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 


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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 

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Cause I'm drinking my way back home 


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I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine 

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Every time I pop a top I'm getting closer to the Arkansas line 

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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