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 Glamour

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

For 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 To 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 Don't Mind Drinkin' Solo

But I Sure Could Use A Friend



Me And Johnny Walker,

And The Comfort That He Brings,

Waitin' On The Telephone

That Never, Ever Rings

On The Lonely Road To Fortune,

And I Got The Suitcase Blues Real Bad