Suitcase Blues Songtext
von Sippie Wallace

My suitcase is packed
Trunk done gone
You know by that
I ain′t gonna be here long
But I'm scared to go down
That big road by myself
I′m scared to go down
That big road by myself

I love you man
But your ways I just can't stand
I love you man
But your ways I just can't stand
So you got you another woman
I got me another man


Well there ain′t no lovin′
There ain't no getting along
Well there ain′t no lovin'
There ain′t no getting along
Now you know baby
You always treat me wrong

I ain't got me no more baby
I ain′t got me no more baby
Lord I ain't got me no more baby now
Lord I ain't got me no more baby now

Some folks think I′m happy
But oh child you don′t know
Some folks think I'm happy
But Lord you don′t know
You can never tell
What goes behind closed doors

Many seem like ours
And ours seem like theirs
Many seem like ours
And ours seem like theirs

I've been weighed down with the blues
Ever since you went away


I′m gonna change my way of living
And I ain't gonna cry no more
I′m gonna change my way of living
And I ain't gonna cry no more

I'm gonna let some good man
Enter my back door

I hear the whistle blowing
I believe I′ll be on my way
I hear the whistle blowing
I believe I′ll be on my way

Give me my suitcase
I'll see you some old day