(Headley Hill is in an undisclosed location—my bunker is hidden under the hill)
Here I hide under Headley Hill
Who can shame me, weep my fill?
And every tear is with me still
Covid nineteen almost got me.
I’d sell my car, I’d sell my flask
I’d even sell my bourbon cask
To buy my love a fine face mask
Covid nineteen almost got me.
Me oh my, she done left me
She and I couldn’t agree
No more will her face I see
Covid nineteen almost got me.
[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth again drank so much coffee he’s parodying again]
C. T. Suddeth 