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