Playing White My Friends Songtext
von B.B. King

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 an 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 hundred pounds of catfish
Cook it all up on the grill
Bake 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
Yeah, the best that money can buy
You gotta drink it all from a paper cup
That this here Saturday life is right (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, everybody′s gonna stand up (yeah)
Play their favorite tune (uhm)
You can pick any tune you want to
As long as it's the blues

Playin′ with my friends (yeah)
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