(Ann Monkhouse)      Old beatup suitcase on the platform   A train ticket in my hand   And a train just arrivin' that'll take me   As far as fourteen dollars can.      But a train won't take me far enough   It never has before   I gotta find how far a memory reaches   And then go one mile more.      I ain't never found a mountain that was high enough   Or a hole too dark and deep   'Cause if I lose her mem'ry in a bottle of wine   Then she'll find me in my sleep.      --- Instrumental ---      I think of me and that old suitcase   The places we both been   All the rails and jails and the cheap hotels   And now we're gone again.      And when I'll ride my money up   And they won't let me ride no more   Then I'll wait by the track for a slow movin' freight   And watch for an open door.      I ain't never found a mountain that was high enough   Or a hole too dark and deep   'Cause if I lose her mem'ry in a bottle of wine   Then she'll find me in my sleep.      Then she'll find me in my sleep.   Then she'll find me in my sleep...