Bill Anderson - 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