Words & Music by Donna Hughes, Flying Hound Publishing, BMI

Recorded in Donna's old Barn that was her Grandfather's Dairy Barn in the 1950's.
Donna wrote this song during Covid, when toilet paper began disappearing off the shelves.
Lead vocal-Donna Hughes
Mandolin-Clyde Lewis
Dobro-Nathan Farlow (Chewy)
Bass-Jeff Rumsey
Guitar-Ed Wrenn
Banjo-David Medlin

There is a ruckus, down at the Walmart
The shelves are empty, the lines are long
No toilet paper, no sanitizer
People are fighting, this is wrong
There ain't no ballgames, aint' no parades
There ain't no school, it's sad to say
No planes are flying, living in fear
I miss the days when Corona was a beer
Nowhere to go, there ain't no cure
There ain't no concerts, nothin's for sure
The world is ending, it won't be long
So I think I'll drink & just stay home
There ain't no ballgames, aint' no parades
There ain't no school, some are glad to say
The market's crashing, living in fear
I miss the days when Corona was
Bring me a lime, where's my flip flops
Enjoy the sunshine
Forget the toilet paper
Let's drink tonight
I miss the days when Corona was a beer
I miss the days when Corona was a beer
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