Anderson Bill This Ole` Suitcase Lyrics

This Ole` Suitcase Lyrics

I want to respectfully dedicate this next song to every man

That ever drove a truck 

Every travelin' salesman whoever rode the highways

And every guitar picker whoever chased a dream

And ended up in a motel room 

Starin' at four walls talkin' to himself

Feelin' like the only friend 

He's got in this world is his ole suitcase)



She's been my pillow when 

I've needed a place to lay my weary head

She's been my blanket when the ground 

Beneath my body was my only bed

She's been the table W

Where I've dined on T-bone steak and cheep red wine

I've shared the gravy and the grind 

With this ole suitcase hmm



She's been my traveling companion

When the road stretched out in front of me for miles

She's had to catch my salty tears

But she's been around to see my happy smiles

I sing her my songs in their infancy 

And she listens patiently

I've carried her and she's carried me 

This ole suitcase hmm



And the people who don't know say 

Lord ain't it hard livin' out of a suitcase

And I guess if you ain't been there 

You might not understand it but it's my case

She's been my traveling companion



When the road stretched out in front of me for miles

She's had to catch my salty tears 

But she's been around to see my happy smiles

From New York City to Kangka Ki in a 707 or in a GMC

I've carried her and she's carried me 

This ole suitcase hmm

From New York City to Kangka Ki in a 707 or in a GMC

And when I die just bury me in 

This ole suitcase hmm