It's four in the morning, <br />There's not a soul around <br />This dirty hotel room <br />Has really got me down <br /> <br />A modern day minstrel, <br />They got my name in lights <br />I wish these days of glamour <br />Didn't have these lonely nights <br /> <br />I'm on the road to fortune <br />And I got the suitcase blues real bad <br /> <br />I guess I'm makin' payments <br />For the dues that must be paid <br />I cash another song <br />Into this endless masquerade <br /> <br />Halfway through the circuit <br />And headed for the coast <br />Been gone so long <br />I can't remember <br />What I miss the most, ah, but, <br />Me and Johnny Walker, <br />And the comfort that he brings, <br />Waitin' on the telephone <br />That never, ever rings <br />On the lonely road to fortune, <br />And I got the suitcase blues real bad <br /> <br />I got the blues <br />And I got them really bad <br />The suitcase blues <br />Are the worst I ever had <br />All by my lonesome <br />And I'm halfway 'round the bend <br />I don't mind drinkin' solo <br />But I sure could use a friend <br /> <br />Me and Johnny Walker, <br />And the comfort that he brings, <br />Waitin' on the telephone <br />That never, ever rings <br />On the lonely road to fortune, <br />And I got the suitcase blues real bad<br /><br />Michael 0770<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suitcase-blues/
