The Bad Bug Blues
I got a mile of sandpaper
Where my throat oughta to be.
Got a mile of sandpaper
Where my throat oughta be
And if you get any closer, baby
You’ll prob’ly catch it off of me.
My skin is crawlin’
Crawlin’ with worms of pain
My skin is crawlin’
Yeah, crawlin’ with worms of pain
And if I ever shake this bug baby
Hope I never get it back again
Haven’t slept since Tuesday
Prob’ly won’t sleep tonight
Well I haven’t slept since Tuesday
Prob’ly won’t sleep tonight.
Everyday it gets a little harder
Harder to put up a fight.
Don’t worry ‘bout me baby
In a week or so I’ll be fine.
No, don’t worry ‘bout me baby
In a week or so I’ll be fine.
And we’ll toast the bad bug blues
With a bottle of your finest wine.
#32
“As is probably evident in this poem/blues lyric, I have a very nasty cold!”
Linda Studley 
That one needs to be sung – in a gravelly voice!
Well I’d better record it soon then because my throat feels like it’s full of gravel so I’m betting the voice would be pretty ‘gravelly’ too! lol