Editor’s Note: Sometimes, even a bluesman visits his family. The joys of grandchildren climbing all over you is generally followed by a rare, short-term but hellish disease.
Ellie’s cold is killing me.
Doo-dah, doo-dah.
Snot as far as I can see.
All the doo-dah day.
Gonna run all night (my nose),
Gonna run all day.
I need some antihistamines.
I need to get away.
The kids’ house is a haz-mat site.
Doo-dah, doo-dah.
Boogers running day and night.
All the doo-dah day.
Gonna run all night (my nose)
Gonna run all day.
I’m back home in Dallas now.
With a blocked airway.
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