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Thrift Store Suitcase - The Mulligan Brothers
Composed by:William Ross Newell
I woke up this morning and wanted to throw myself away
Tried to sell my soul
But it turns out it just ain't worth much these days
The sun cut through the curtains
And awoke me from a sleep
My dreams cut through the daytime
And the sour through the sweet
And the papers came
And said today would be like every other day
And I just could not go back home this way
Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
Not a nickel on my name
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
Just waiting on a train
The old man over my shoulder says
You'll have to find another way I fear
To run from all your blues boy
There ain't no train that comes through here
The old man looks like Jesus
Says I get that all the time
But if I were I'd leave the coast
And throw away my cardboard sign
He said I looked like an old friend
He'd lost somewhere down the line
And that if I were his friend
And if he were the Lord he'd turn the ocean into wine
He said I had a family down in New Orleans that just
Lived beyond my means
I thought I'd just go out and find my scene
Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
Not a nickel on my name
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
Just waiting on a train
You can watch the sun chase off the moon
A million times I fear
Before you run from all your blues boy
Ain't no train been through in years
Amazing grace no matter just how sweet the sound may be
Might save a wretch
But not the chronically unsatisfied like me
When my suitcase washes up to shore
You might find what I was looking for
But I don't need it anymore
I don't need this anymore
I was sitting on a thrift store suitcase
Not a nickel on my name
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
Just waiting on a train
Old man says you oughta go back home boy
Before we both catch our death out here
I know that'll be the day I catch the only train that
Comes through here
He said go home all these days turn in to years
Listen to an old man
Who knows that you can't get back home from here