Blues Suitcase

Wake up, baby. We're leavin' this place
I can't stay here no more
Throw everything in the blues suitcase
I'm headed for the door
Can't stand the rain pourin' through the roof
Water's risin' round me and that's the truth
It's colder than a night in East Duluth
Look'a here
Pack the blues suitcase

Well, it's worse than that. My number is nine
I killed the judge's kin
Five card stud in the Railroad Mine
And I'd had me too much gin
I bet my daddy's watch on triple queens
Beau drew the damnedest straight I'd ever seen
I cut that cracker deep and mean
And shot his buddy through the ear
Pack the blues suitcase

Oh, we can't stay here with the moccasin snakes
And the judge comin' off the ridge
If there's trouble, just bolt for Devil's Gate
And meet me 'neath the bridge
I whet my knife on the grindin' stone
My .44-40 gonna bust some bones
I may go to Hell, but I won't go alone

Pack the blues suitcase
Pack the blues suitcase
Pack the blues suitcase



Credits
Writer(s): Sperry Hunt
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