Lyrics:

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'