Il testo della Suitcase blues

Triumph

Data di rilascio : 02/10/2007

Durata : 0:03:04

Stile : Rock

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 glamor 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 of 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 dont mind drinkin' solo but i sure could use a friend

Oh, 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