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It's four in the morning, |
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There's not a soul around |
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This dirty hotel room |
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Has really got me down |
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A modern day minstrel, |
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They got my name in lights |
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I wish these days of glamour |
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Didn't have these lonely nights |
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I'm on the road to fortune |
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And I got the suitcase blues real bad |
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I guess I'm makin' payments |
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For the dues that must be paid |
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I cash another song |
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Into this endless masquerade |
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Halfway through the circuit |
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And headed for the coast |
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Been gone so long |
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I can't remember |
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What I miss the most, ah, but, |
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Me and Johnny |
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Walker, And the comfort that he brings, |
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Waitin' on the telephone |
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That never, ever rings |
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On the lonely road to fortune, |
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And I got the suitcase blues real bad |
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I got the blues |
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And I got them really bad |
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The suitcase blues |
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Are the worst |
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I ever had |
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All by my lonesome |
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And I'm halfway 'round the bend |
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I don't mind drinkin' solo |
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But I sure could use a friend |
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Me and Johnny |
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Walker, And the comfort that he brings, |
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Waitin' on the telephone |
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That never, ever rings |
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On the lonely road to fortune, |
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And I got the suitcase blues real bad |
