Playin' With My Friends Songtext
von B.B. King feat. Robert Cray

I′m gonna call up some of my buddies and a few of the ladies I know
I'm gonna rent a hall and get them all and put on a heck of a show
Make sure we got a kitchen, with a oven and a stove
We′ll all get in there cookin', then we'll throw open all the doors

Playin′ with my friends
Playin′ with my friends, playin' with my friends
We′ll have a good time playin' with my friends

I′m gonna buy a 100 pounds of catfish, cook it all up on the grill


I'm gonna buy a 100 pounds of catfish, cook it all up on the grill
Fix some beans and corn bread, everybody′s gonna get their fill
Then we'll grab all the guitars, greasy hands and all
Someone'll count off a shuffle and man we′ll have a ball

Playin′ with my friends
Playin' with my friends, playin′ with my friends
We'll have a good time playin′ with my friends

Yes we gonna buy some of that red red wine, the best that money can buy
You gotta drink it all from a paper cup, that this here Saturday life is right
Yes, yeah, everybody's gonna stand up, play their favorite tune
You can pick any tune you want to, as long as it′s the blues

Playin' with my friends
Playin' with my friends, playin′ with my friends
Playin′ with my friends, playin' with my friends
We′ll have a good time playin' with my friends