Playhouse Songtext
von Floyd Jones

Yeah baby, you have tore your playhouse down
Yeah baby, you have tore your playhouse down
Said I used to love you but I sure do hate you now


You used to be sweet as an apple grow on a tree
You used to be sweet as an apple grow on a tree
But this day and time now baby, you ain′t nothin' what you used to be

Play the blues, Walter

Said in the morning, I′ll be lookin' at the risin' sun
Early in the mornin′, I′ll be lookin' at the risin′ sun
Said that the talk with you, it for me great consolation