Bill Anderson - This Ole Suitcase lyrics

rate me

THIS OLE SUITCASE

(Bill Anderson)

« © '77 Stallion Music »

(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 where I've dined on T-bone steak and cheep red wine

I've shared the gravy and the grind with this ole suitcase mhm

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 unfancy and she listens patiently

I've carried her and she's carried me this ole suitcase mhm

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 mhm

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 mhm