This 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
Where I've dined
On T-bone steak
And cheap red wine
I've shared the gravy
And the grind
With this old suitcase

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 old suitcase

And the people who don't know say
"Lord, it'd be hard living out of a suitcase"
And I guess if you ain't been there
You might not understand it
But in 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 Kankakee
In a 707
Or in a GMC
I've carried her
And she's carried me
This old suitcase

From New York City
To Kankakee
In a 707
Or in a GMC
When I die
Just bury me
In this old suitcase