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
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