Lyrics:

I can't make a livin' (I can't make a livin')
That don't make me feel alive
I won't spend my time counting things that made me cry
Home is empty (home is empty), bottle dry (bottle dry)
But I'm packed and ready for another lonesome ride

Walkin' along these tracks (walkin' along)
Watchin' these cars fly by
Thinkin' about headin' south of the town
Home is empty (home is empty), bottle dry (bottle dry)
But I'm packed and ready for another lonesome ride

I will take (I will take)
All the liquor I already drank
What is left, I leave behind
Home is empty (home is empty), bottle dry (bottle dry)
But I'm packed and ready for another lonesome ride
If this path I'm on don't lead me home
I'll carry on another road

I can't make a livin' (I can't make a livin')
That don't make me feel alive
I won't spend my time countin' things that made me cry
Home is empty (home is empty), bottle dry (bottle dry)
But I'm packed and ready for another lonesome ride
Home is empty, bottle dry