Suitcase Blues Songtext

von Triumph

It' four in the morning,there's not a soul around
This dirty hotelroom has relly 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 of 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 of 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 telefon that never,ever rings
On the lonely road of fortune,
And I got the suitcase blues real bad.