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