Police Done Tore My Playhouse Down

Can't sell no whiskey, can't sell no gin.
Can't sell no whiskey, can't sell no gin.
Ain't got no money to buy my winter coat.
Can't make up a dollar to save my doggone soul.

The snow is falling, ice on the ground,
The snow is falling, ice on the ground,
If I lucky, I'm gonna hit that trail,
I'll do some stealing and than go right to jail.

I can keep open, gotta close the shack.
I can keep open, gotta close the shack.
No use to grieving I'm gonna leave this town
Got cheap up, police done tore playhouse down.

Performers: Smith, Elizabeth

Source: Wild Bukee-Boo Lyrics Guide