Heavy Suitcase Blues

Lord, I'm so glad, so glad and I can sing and play those blues myself
 Lord, I'm so glad, so glad and I can sing and play those blues myself
 That's what I call pretty mama, I don't have to beg nobody else
 Now my suitcase is packed, and my trunk's all ready to go
 Now my suitcase is packed, and my trunk's all ready to go
 But my suitcase is too heavy, to tote down that dusty road
 Now my baby, my baby, my baby, now she always keeps me feeling blue
 Now my baby, my baby, my baby, now she always keeps me feeling blue
 I think she's just like the weather,
 I can't ever tell what she is going to do
 Baby, baby, baby, I mean you really know that's wrong
 Baby, baby, baby, I mean you really know that's wrong
 Yes to mistreat a poor boy,
 Don't you know that's a great long way from home
 Oh Lord, Lord Lordy Lord
 Oh Lord, Lord Lordy Lord
 My suitcase is too heavy, to walk down that dusty road