paroles de chanson Drinkin' My Way Back Home - Gene Watson
I
sobered
up
in
Houston
In
the
bed
of
my
pickup
truck
My
head
was
hangin'
so
heavy
I
could
hardly
hold
it
up
I
got
to
thinkin'
'bout
Sweet
little
woman
I
left
all
alone
And
that's
when
I
started
rollin'
Drinkin'
my
way
back
home
Drinkin'
my
way
back
home
Listenin'
to
a
honky
tonk
song
I
hope
the
Devil
in
my
soul
don't
steer
me
wrong
'Cause
I'm
drinkin'
my
way
back
home
I
can
feel
that
Texas
sun
Down
on
this
redneck
of
mine
Every
time
I
pop
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
Drinkin'
my
way
back
home
Drinkin'
my
way
back
home
Listenin'
to
a
honky
tonk
song
I
hope
the
Devil
in
my
soul
don't
steer
me
wrong
'Cause
I'm
drinkin'
my
way
back
home
Drinkin'
my
way
back
home
Listenin'
to
a
honky
tonk
song
I
hope
the
Devil
in
my
soul
don't
steer
me
wrong
'Cause
I'm
drinkin'
my
way
back
home
Here
I
come,
baby
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