| When I was still a kitten, daddy told me, Son
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| There’s just one thing that you should know
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| As through this world you ramble and through this world you roam
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| Just take this little suitcase when you go
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| And when the evening sun goes down and you’re tired of rambling round
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| Just set her on the ground and climb right in
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| You won’t ever have to worry about the cold night wind
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| When you got your little suitcase in your hand
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| Little suitcase in my hand, I’m rolling through this land
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| A mansion is much too big for me
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| When the stars come out at night everything will be alright
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| 'Cause I got my little suitcase in my hand
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| Now a hard-boiled egg’s yellow inside
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| There’s some in every crowd you will find
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| Now they’re afraid to have to do an honest day of work
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| So the’ll blame the workingman every time
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| But the harder they come, the bigger they fall
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| Just hold your ground and take your stand
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| 'Cause the free and independent life’s still the best of all
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| When you got your little suitcase in your hand
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| Little suitcase in my hand, I’m rolling through this land
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| A mansion is much too big for me
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| When the stars come out at night everything will be alright
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| 'Cause I got my little suitcase in my hand |