Quarantined

F F F F F C7 C7 F Wash my hands, I don't touch my face, I stay at home, Shelter in place, F7 A# A#7 F C7 F A# F Social distance, Don't go to work, I wear a mask, & gloves, & stay away from church. F C7 C7 F I avoid old folks, And should I sneeze, I do it in my elbow, Or up my sleeve, F7 A# A#7 F C7 F A# F Six feet apart, That is the rule, And I pray for the day, the kids can go back to school. A# F I'm washing my hands, Like a racoon with OCD, C7 F F7 I've watched Hulu, Roku, Netflix, PBS and the BBC, A# F A# I've taken down all my mirrors, And I'm, Sick of what I see . . . F C7 F A# F Two more weeks of quarantine will be the death of me. (The death of me . . .) F C7 C7 F I risk a trip, To the grocery store, To buy T.P. And a few things more, F7 A# A#7 F C7 F A# F But when I get there, All I can find, Is sixteen Honey Buns and some Mad Dog wine. A# F I'm washing my hands, Like a racoon with OCD, C7 F F7 I've watched Hulu, Roku, Netflix, PBS and the BBC, A# F A# I've taken down all my mirrors, 'Cause I'm sick of what I see . . . F C7 F A# F N.C. Yeah two more weeks of this quarantine is gonna be the death of me. (The death of me . . .) 'spoken' F You know they say this is war, No we don't have to storm Omaha Beach or Porkchop Hill, F Ha, We just lay here on the couch, and watch T.V. F “Whew, I'd rather volunteer for a high risk comando raid to parachute into Wuhan and find F that little fellow that ordered that bat soup. F I know what I'm talking about in my head, Saying crazy stuff over and over like, “Yes Dear, Yes Dear.” F At breakfast I meant to say “Honey please pass me the pepper” but what slipped out was F “You Crazy Woman You've Ruined My Life.” Hehe. F N.C. F Of course I immediately appologised, Ha, As soon as I regained consiousness.