Here is my song for today:

The January blues

Went outside one mornin’ and my hen was dead

OH I went outside one mornin’ and my hen was dead

The bitter cold it done took her away from her bed

The troubles won’t leave me with just one hen dead,

Gotta give my baby dog diabetes and mess with my head

They don’t stop there now, broke my washing machine

So far no trouble with my sweet car, Maurine

Then my man he was poorly for days around here

I say my man he was poorly for days around here

That man he is overtaken by infection and bad jokes every day

Taken all over by infection and bad jokes all the way

Today they will cut my man open work his knee over well

They will cut him open work his knee over well,

Bad jokes won’t be stopped by knee surgery

Guess I accept what just has to be

Today I am singing the January blues

Oh yes I am singing the January blues—-