Woke up this mornin'
With a case of the chills
Mama was snorin'
Daddy was takin' his pills
I called the old man in
Said I ain't feeling too well
He said just try stan'in
And down to the floor I fell
I got those
I got those Stayathome Blues
Confined to my bed
But that's ok
I don't really wanna get up
And move anyway
So I lay here in my blankets
A cold pack on my head
With a big ol' box o' Kleenex
Sittin' empty by my bed
I got those
I got those achy breaky ickly sickly Stayathome Blues
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Woke up this mornin'
With a case of the chills
Mama was snorin'
Daddy was takin' his pills
I called the old man in
Said I ain't feeling too well
He said just try stan'in
And down to the floor I fell
I got those
I got those Stayathome Blues
Confined to my bed
But that's ok
I don't really wanna get up
And move anyway
So I lay here in my blankets
A cold pack on my head
With a big ol' box o' Kleenex
Sittin' empty by my bed
I got those
I got those achy breaky ickly sickly Stayathome Blues
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