I sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck
My head was hanging so heavy I could hardly hold it up
I got to thinking about sweet little woman I left all alone
And that's when I started rolling drinking my way back home
Drinking my way back home
Listening to a honky tonk song
I hope the devil in my soul don't steer me wrong
Cause I'm drinking my way back home
I can feel that Texas sundown on this redneck of mine
Every time 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 drinking my way back home