We might not be ready to call a lawyer, but there is so much truth in this song. Great blues song-- sounds even better than the lyrics. Oh yeah, we all got a suitcase.
Suitcase
| I got a suitcase, I take it everywhere I go I got a suitcase baby, I take it everywhere I go It's just a big old bag of trouble, trouble all I know
I met a girl, fell in love And our love was true I met a girl, fell in love Ooh, our love was true
Well and I found out, Lord she had a big old suitcase too Lord, so we put our bags together, made a home for two People we put our bags together, you know made a home for two Then along came the children, gave them all a suitcase too
Well the house got too small, the bags got too big We was holdin' on to everythin', whatever said or did Well I complained about the salt, in the black eyed peas Then she put her hand on her hip and she told me to leave And take my suitcase, and get on out that door You gonna hear from lawyer, I can't take it no more
I had to get down on my knees, beg her to let me stay I had to get down on my knees and beg her to let me stay I said baby, we got a whole lot of baggage Let's call somebody and have it hauled all away
I got a suitcase, I take it everywhere I go People I got a suitcase, I take it everywhere I go It's a big old bag of trouble, I don't need no more |
Keb Mo, Suitcase CD
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