Unpacking My Suitcase - Vic Chesnutt

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