This Ole Suitcase lyrics

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