Bottle Dry - Greensky Bluegrass

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 ride