C. Mead
Well I smoked and I drank another night away
I hit it pretty hard again yesterday
But I was only waiting up to hear you say "You'd better watch out where
you're walking"
So I tip toe around everywhere I go
Home from the place where the good times roll
Holding my shoes standing at the back door
When I come home from honky tonkin'
When I come home when I come home
When I come home from honky tonkin'
I was thrown in the back of a Country Squire
I hit my head on an amplifier
Sleeping on the bass and the spare tire
I could feel that highway rockin'
So I'm waiting on the end of another spree
I hope you're waiting right there for me
Save a little bit of your love for me
When I come home from honky tonkin'
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