I can't make a living that don't make me feel alive I won't spend my time counting things that made me cry Home is empty, bottle dry But I'm packed and ready for another lonesome ride Walking along these tracks watching these cars fly by Thinking about heading south of the town Home is empty, bottle dry But I'm packed and ready for another lonesome ride I will take all the liquor I already drank What is left, I leave behind Home is empty, 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 living that don't make me feel alive I won't spend my time counting things that made me cry Home is empty, bottle dry But I'm packed and ready for another lonesome rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
