Suitcase Blues Songtext
von Peter Autschbach

It′s four in the morning and 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 in glamour didn′t have these lonely nights

I'm on the road of fortune
Well, I've got this suitcase blues real bad
I guess I′m making payments
Oh, the dues they must be paid
I cast 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


I believe in Johnny Walker and the comfort that he brings
Waiting on the telephone that never ever rings
I'm on the road of fortune
Well, I′ve got this suitcase blues real bad
I guess I'm making payments
Oh, the dues they must be paid
I cast 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

Oh, me and Johnny Walker and the comfort that he brings
Waiting on the telephone that never ever rings
I'm on the road of fortune
Well, I′ve got this suitcase blues real bad