Vic Chesnutt Unpacking My Suitcase
I was unpacking my suitcase
Pulling out dirty clothes
When evocative aromas hit my nose
One shirt smelled of your smoky loft
Another strongly of spilt vodka
And it occurred to me, how much I brought home
And knowingly your head loaded me up
With the stuff to survive
Through lean times
So starved I could just wither and die
But I was saving little chunks
Of your sweet sweet goodness
And squirrelin them away
I was squirrelin them away
I was saving healthy chunks
Of your sweet sweet goodness
And squirrelin them away
For the long lean winter
All of y'all, so lush and generous
It can get lean and lonely where I hail from
But each luscious one of you
Gave me bounteous charms to chew
And I was stuffing, stretching, smiley-cheeked
For the extent of my stay
You could say that I was
Squirrelin it away
I was just squirrelin it away
