Hand me down my suitcase and reach my walkin' cane, walkin' cane, Lord
Down my suitcase, reach my walkin' cane
Lord, my good girl quit me, catch that mornin' train
Now I thought I'd write, but I b'lieve I'll telephone, telephone, Lord
Thought I'd write, b'lieve I'll telephone
Lord, I thought I'd write but I b'lieve I'll telephone
Now if you catch me stealin',
Please don't tell on me, tell on me, Lord
Catch me stealin', please don't tell on me
'Cause I'm stealin' to my regular used-to-be
I woke up this mornin' had the blues
All 'round my bed, 'round my bed, Lord
Up this morning, blues all 'round my bed
I couldn't help but to think 'bout what my good girl said
I got a house full of trouble and got a
Suitcase full of blues, full of blues, Lord
House full of trouble, suitcase full of blues
I never seen no trouble, see, 'til I start with you
Gonna leave here walkin', Lord, and talkin' to myself, to myself, Lord
Leave here walkin', talkin' to myself
I'm gonna take my baby or I'll carry somebody else
It's hard, hard, hard, I say, it's hard, hard, it's hard, Lord
Hard it's hard,babe, say it's hard, it's hard
Says a no good woman, another man got your gal
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