(I want to respectfully dedicate this next song to every man   That ever drove a truck    Every travelin' salesman whoever rode the highways   And every guitar picker whoever chased a dream   And ended up in a motel room    Starin' at four walls talkin' to himself   Feelin' like the only friend    He's got in this world is his ole suitcase)      She's been my pillow when    I've needed a place to lay my weary head   She's been my blanket when the ground    Beneath my body was my only bed   She's been the table W   Where I've dined on T-bone steak and cheep red wine   I've shared the gravy and the grind    With this ole suitcase hmm      She's been my traveling companion   When the road stretched out in front of me for miles   She's had to catch my salty tears   But she's been around to see my happy smiles   I sing her my songs in their infancy    And she listens patiently   I've carried her and she's carried me    This ole suitcase hmm      And the people who don't know say    Lord ain't it hard livin' out of a suitcase   And I guess if you ain't been there    You might not understand it but it's my case   She's been my traveling companion      When the road stretched out in front of me for miles   She's had to catch my salty tears    But she's been around to see my happy smiles   From New York City to Kangka Ki in a 707 or in a GMC   I've carried her and she's carried me    This ole suitcase hmm   From New York City to Kangka Ki in a 707 or in a GMC   And when I die just bury me in    This ole suitcase hmm