Outhouse Blues

Back in the day, when life was a little rougher, We had outhouses, with charm like no other. No modern plumbing, just some boards and nails, But our adventures there, they never seem to fail. (Chorus) Oh, we've got the outhouse blues, tales from days of yore, Where laughter flowed freely, with every creaky door. No fancy gadgets, just a rustic wooden seat, But the tales we tell, make it all oh so sweet. And on those winter days, oh what a fright, The seat was so cold, it'd give your buns a biting bite. We'd shuffle, squirm, and let out a squeal, But that icy encounter, brought laughter that was real. (Verse 3) Now let me mention critters, the kind we'd never choose, From spiders to toads, they'd never fail to amuse. A spider dangling down, or a toad just sitting there, We'd finish our business, with a scream and a flair. Oh, we've got the outhouse blues, tales from days of yore, Where laughter flowed freely, with every creaky door. No fancy gadgets, just a rustic wooden seat, But the tales we tell, make it all oh so sweet. (Outro) So, raise a glass, to those good old days of old, The outhouse shenanigans, stories left untold. Though it wasn't luxurious, it had its unique charms, In those outhouse blues, laughter in our arms.