Triumph - Suitcase Blues Lyrics
It's four in the morning,There's not a soul aroundThis dirty hotel roomHas really got me downA modern day minstrel,They got my name in lightsI wish these days of glamourDidn't have these lonely nightsI'm on the road to fortuneAnd I got the suitcase blues real badI guess I'm makin' paymentsFor the dues that must be paidI cash another songInto this endless masqueradeHalfway through the circuitAnd headed for the coastBeen gone so longI can't rememberWhat I miss the most, ah, but,Me and Johnny Walker,And the comfort that he brings,Waitin' on the telephoneThat never, ever ringsOn the lonely road to fortune,And I got the suitcase blues real badI got the bluesAnd I got them really badThe suitcase bluesAre the worst I ever hadAll by my lonesomeAnd I'm halfway 'round the bendI don't mind drinkin' soloBut I sure could use a friendMe and Johnny Walker,And the comfort that he brings,Waitin' on the telephoneThat never, ever ringsOn the lonely road to fortune,And I got the suitcase blues real bad