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Suitcase Blues

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  • It's four in the morning,
    There's not a soul around
    This dirty hotel room
    Has really got me down
    A modern day minstrel,
    They got my name in lights
    I wish these days of glamour
    Didn't have these lonely nights
    I'm on the road to fortune
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad
    I guess I'm makin' payments
    For the dues that must be paid
    I cash another song
    Into this endless masquerade
    Halfway through the circuit
    And headed for the coast
    Been gone so long
    I can't remember
    What I miss the most, ah, but,
    Me and Johnny
    Walker, And the comfort that he brings,
    Waitin' on the telephone
    That never, ever rings
    On the lonely road to fortune,
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad
    I got the blues
    And I got them really bad
    The suitcase blues
    Are the worst
    I ever had
    All by my lonesome
    And I'm halfway 'round the bend
    I don't mind drinkin' solo
    But I sure could use a friend
    Me and Johnny
    Walker, And the comfort that he brings,
    Waitin' on the telephone
    That never, ever rings
    On the lonely road to fortune,
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad
  • It's four in the morning,
    There's not a soul around
    This dirty hotel room
    Has really got me down
    A modern day minstrel,
    They got my name in lights
    I wish these days of glamour
    Didn't have these lonely nights
    I'm on the road to fortune
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad
    I guess I'm makin' payments
    For the dues that must be paid
    I cash another song
    Into this endless masquerade
    Halfway through the circuit
    And headed for the coast
    Been gone so long
    I can't remember
    What I miss the most, ah, but,
    Me and Johnny
    Walker, And the comfort that he brings,
    Waitin' on the telephone
    That never, ever rings
    On the lonely road to fortune,
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad
    I got the blues
    And I got them really bad
    The suitcase blues
    Are the worst
    I ever had
    All by my lonesome
    And I'm halfway 'round the bend
    I don't mind drinkin' solo
    But I sure could use a friend
    Me and Johnny
    Walker, And the comfort that he brings,
    Waitin' on the telephone
    That never, ever rings
    On the lonely road to fortune,
    And I got the suitcase blues real bad