Tom T. Hall - Little Brown Suitcase lyrics
[Tom T. Hall - Little Brown Suitcase lyrics]
A little brown suitcase at the
Top of the stairs
Not much to start with and worse for the wear
Mama said Virgil let's throw that away
He said, "No
It might come in handy some day"
Well, first there was Billy Joe
Then there was Jack
They took that old suitcase but
All brought it back
Now some went a ridin' and some had to walk
But Lord if that little
Brown suitcase could talk
Well, my brother Quentin the one with a smile
He took that old suitcase and he went to Ohio
And he brought it back on Christmas
Full of toys and things
And some Bill Monroe records that
I soon learned to sing
Well, that was the year of 57
And the month of July
When I took that old suitcase
And I joined the GI's
I followed the pattern set down by the rest
On the inside of the cover I wrote my address
Well, my folks are passed on now
I don't know where it's at
You know Betty might know 'cause
She keeps things like that
And when dad gets to Heaven
Mom won't be alarmed
If he got that old suitcase
Tucked under his arms
Top of the stairs
Not much to start with and worse for the wear
Mama said Virgil let's throw that away
He said, "No
It might come in handy some day"
Well, first there was Billy Joe
Then there was Jack
They took that old suitcase but
All brought it back
Now some went a ridin' and some had to walk
But Lord if that little
Brown suitcase could talk
Well, my brother Quentin the one with a smile
He took that old suitcase and he went to Ohio
And he brought it back on Christmas
Full of toys and things
And some Bill Monroe records that
I soon learned to sing
Well, that was the year of 57
And the month of July
When I took that old suitcase
And I joined the GI's
I followed the pattern set down by the rest
On the inside of the cover I wrote my address
Well, my folks are passed on now
I don't know where it's at
You know Betty might know 'cause
She keeps things like that
And when dad gets to Heaven
Mom won't be alarmed
If he got that old suitcase
Tucked under his arms