Drinking My Way Back Home

I sobered up Houston in the bed of my pickup truck

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

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

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

So baby here I come don’t worry drinking my way back home