Triumph - Suitcase Blues lyrics

rate me

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