Heavy Suitcase Blues Songtext
von Charley Taylor

Lord, I′m so glad, so glad and I can sing and play those blues myself
Lord, I'm so glad, so glad and I can sing and play those blues myself
That′s what I call pretty mama, I don't have to beg nobody else

Now my suitcase is packed, and my trunk's all ready to go
Now my suitcase is packed, and my trunk′s all ready to go
But my suitcase is too heavy, to tote down that dusty road


Now my baby, my baby, my baby, now she always keeps me feeling blue
Now my baby, my baby, my baby, now she always keeps me feeling blue
I think she′s just like the weather,
I can't ever tell what she is going to do

Baby, baby, baby, I mean you really know that′s wrong
Baby, baby, baby, I mean you really know that's wrong
Yes to mistreat a poor boy,
Don′t you know that's a great long way from home

Oh Lord, Lord Lordy Lord
Oh Lord, Lord Lordy Lord
My suitcase is too heavy, to walk down that dusty road