Down in the One-Ply Holler - 05/06/20 08:54 PM
Down in the One-Ply Holler
I had to jump on the bandwagon (pardon the pun) and write my own Covid-19 song. This one is full of jocularity and was fun to create and record, and is here to make your housebound isolation more bearable. The melody is predictable. For those of you unfamiliar with Appalachia, a "holler" (hollow) is a small valley. So my title has two meanings. One is that the "holler" refers to the persona's domicile, and the other is that using too much one-ply TP might make you holler. (Back in the day as many of you may remember, we referred to this type of TP as John Wayne toilet paper: rough, tough, and doesn't take any sh*t from anybody.)
For those who are of a delicate constitution, I assure that no children were harmed or imprisoned during the making of this song.
I used the style CTRNRGS - Chicken Pickin' Country sans the resonator soloist and added a baritone guitar soloist and a bluegrass acoustic solist.
RealBass 592 Bass, Acoustic
RealDrums-NashTrain
RealPiano 598 Guitar, Acoustic, Strumming
RealGuitar 411 Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Train Pickin
RT2501 Guitar, Baritone Electric, Soloist CountryWorkinBrent
RT597 Guitar, Acoustic, Soloist Bluegrass Doc
Lyrics
I’ve binged watched every Netflix show
Gonna give Amazon another look
Clock on the wall moving much too slow
I’ve read seven times ev’ry Harry Potter book
I’m stuck here at home
Endless meetings on the telephone
Don’t think I’ll survive this caper
With two rolls left of one-ply toilet paper
My wife’s hair now has turned to gray
My belly boasts 10 more pounds of lard
I’m worn slap out, can’t last another day
They’re gonna find my children buried in the backyard
Chorus
Zooming with the boss on the internet
It’s 9 a.m. and I don’t care
Wearing a shirt and tie is my best bet
Nothing else on but faded holey underwear.
Chorus
Wylodine,
the gov’ner says we can go out
unlock them kids from their cages
And put on your britches
Gonna grab a root at Cracker Barrel
Who-eee, no more cans of Chef Boyardee
Chorus
I had to jump on the bandwagon (pardon the pun) and write my own Covid-19 song. This one is full of jocularity and was fun to create and record, and is here to make your housebound isolation more bearable. The melody is predictable. For those of you unfamiliar with Appalachia, a "holler" (hollow) is a small valley. So my title has two meanings. One is that the "holler" refers to the persona's domicile, and the other is that using too much one-ply TP might make you holler. (Back in the day as many of you may remember, we referred to this type of TP as John Wayne toilet paper: rough, tough, and doesn't take any sh*t from anybody.)
For those who are of a delicate constitution, I assure that no children were harmed or imprisoned during the making of this song.
I used the style CTRNRGS - Chicken Pickin' Country sans the resonator soloist and added a baritone guitar soloist and a bluegrass acoustic solist.
RealBass 592 Bass, Acoustic
RealDrums-NashTrain
RealPiano 598 Guitar, Acoustic, Strumming
RealGuitar 411 Guitar, Electric, Rhythm Train Pickin
RT2501 Guitar, Baritone Electric, Soloist CountryWorkinBrent
RT597 Guitar, Acoustic, Soloist Bluegrass Doc
Lyrics
I’ve binged watched every Netflix show
Gonna give Amazon another look
Clock on the wall moving much too slow
I’ve read seven times ev’ry Harry Potter book
I’m stuck here at home
Endless meetings on the telephone
Don’t think I’ll survive this caper
With two rolls left of one-ply toilet paper
My wife’s hair now has turned to gray
My belly boasts 10 more pounds of lard
I’m worn slap out, can’t last another day
They’re gonna find my children buried in the backyard
Chorus
Zooming with the boss on the internet
It’s 9 a.m. and I don’t care
Wearing a shirt and tie is my best bet
Nothing else on but faded holey underwear.
Chorus
Wylodine,
the gov’ner says we can go out
unlock them kids from their cages
And put on your britches
Gonna grab a root at Cracker Barrel
Who-eee, no more cans of Chef Boyardee
Chorus