Suitcase Full of Blues

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