My pockets are all empty, Like they've often been before; If I ever reach my home again, I'll walk these rails no more.The easiest thing I ever done, Was lovin' and drinkin' wine; The hardest thing I ever done, Was workin' out a judge's fine.The cheapest thing I ever done, Was sleepin' out amongst the pines; The hardest thing I ever tried, Was keeping pork chops off of my mind.Have never worked for pleasure, Peace on earth I cannot find; The only thing I surely own, Is a worried and troubled mind.If wine and women don't kill me, There's one more plan to find; Soak up the old rub alcohol, Ease all troubles off my mind.