It's four in the morning,
there's not a soul around
this dirty hotel room
has really got me down
a modern day minstrel,
they got my name in lights
i wish these days of glamour
didn't have these lonely nights
i'm on the road to fortune
and i got the suitcase blues real bad
I guess i'm makin' payments
for the dues that must be paid
i cash another song
into this endless masquerade
halfway through the circuit
and headed for the coast
been gone so long
i can't remember
what i miss the most, ah, but,
me and johnny walker,
and the comfort that he brings,
waitin' on the telephone
that never, ever rings
on the lonely road to fortune,
and i got the suitcase blues real bad
I got the blues
and i got them really bad
the suitcase blues
are the worst i ever had
all by my lonesome
and i'm halfway 'round the bend
i don't mind drinkin' solo
but i sure could use a friend
Me and johnny walker,
and the comfort that he brings,
waitin' on the telephone
that never, ever rings
on the lonely road to fortune,
and i got the suitcase blues real bad