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Bill Anderson - This Ole Suitcase lyrics
I want to respectfully dedicate this next song to every man That ever drove a truck Every travelin' salesman whoever rode the highways And every guitar picker whoever chased a dream And ended up in a motel room Starin' at four walls talkin' to himself Feelin' like the only friend He's got in this world is his ole suitcase) She's been my pillow when I've needed a place to lay my weary head She's been my blanket when the ground Beneath my body was my only bed She's been the table W Where I've dined on T-bone steak and cheep red wine I've shared the gravy and the grind With this ole suitcase hmm She's been my traveling companion When the road stretched out in front of me for miles She's had to catch my salty tears But she's been around to see my happy smiles I sing her my songs in their infancy And she listens patiently I've carried her and she's carried me This ole suitcase hmm And the people who don't know say Lord ain't it hard livin' out of a suitcase And I guess if you ain't been there You might not understand it but it's my case She's been my traveling companion When the road stretched out in front of me for miles She's had to catch my salty tears But she's been around to see my happy smiles From New York City to Kangka Ki in a 707 or in a GMC I've carried her and she's carried me This ole suitcase hmm From New York City to Kangka Ki in a 707 or in a GMC And when I die just bury me in This ole suitcase hmm |
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