Nhạc sĩ: Jim Webb
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The end has come
Found us here
With our toys scattered all around us here
A puzzle that we never found
An answer for
And still ask us, darling
Just what all the games were for
And here we stand
In a box of sand
Where to play, Brown Susie
You're the one who's supposed to know
Her way around
Where to play, Brown Susie
If I don't stay around
If I don't stay around
A chair of sound
It stopped us here
It twirled a time or two
And then it dropped us here
Still you're not content
With something about me
But what merry-go-round
Can you ride without me
To take your hand
Oh, oh, oh, you're the one
Would you stand with Playground Susie
If I decide to let you go and play around
With Playground Susie
If I don't stay around
If I don't stay around
Where's the Playground Susie
You're the one who's supposed to know her way around
With Playground Susie
If I decide to let you go and play around
Ooh
Ooh
Oh, I knew you'd love this.
If you're from America,
you've got to know this.
You've got to love this.
If I can get that little microphone back in there.
This is the only instrument,
this and a Delsimer,
I don't even know what one of those are,
that our forefathers came up with.
It amazed all four of them.
Now, I guess back in...
You got that one tonight.
I guess they stretched the hog hide over a stump,
you know, and went...
They said, what do we call that?
They said, let's call it a banjo.
And the other one said, why?
He said, because it sounds like one.
Oh, yeah.
It sounds good.
Eat your heart out, John Hartford,
wherever you are.
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