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'