Hand me down my suitcase and reach my walkin' cane, 
walkin' cane, Lord,
   Down my suitcase, reach my walkin' cane
   Lord, my little 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' and talkin' to myself, to 
myself, Lord
   Leave here walkin', talkin' to myself
   I'm gonna take my baby and I'll carry somebody else
   It's hard, hard, hard, I say, it's hard, hard, it's 
hard, Lord
   Hard ?        ,babe, ?
   Got another woman   ?