Woke up this mornin’, world was feelin’ mighty strange.
I woke up this mornin’, world was feelin’ mighty strange.
Ev’rybody was anxious, but me, I hadn’t changed.

I woke up this mornin’, people lookin’ lonely as can be.
I woke up this mornin’, people lookin’ lonely as can be.
Whatever they were feelin’, it hadn’t affected me.

It looks like I’m immune to the pandemic blues, (x4) 
Yeah the pandemic blues is somethin’ you gotta lose.

You can see it in the queues, you can see it in their shoes,
Everyone’s gone crazy with the crazy lockdown blues.
I woke up this mornin’, world was feelin’ mighty strange. 
Ev’rybody was anxious, but me, I hadn’t changed.

It looks like I’m immune to the pandemic blues, (x4) 
Yeah the pandemic blues is somethin’ you gotta lose.

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I have already mentioned in these blogs that whatever it it making people in the pandemic anxious seems to have escaped me. People are morning for the loss of the lifestyle that they previously moaned about, this showed in the queues in the first hours of shops selling non-essentials to be open after being closed for 12 weeks. The anxiety being shown for things they did not need was tangible.

Me? I’m immune. Over the last 14 years I have done the mourning for my loss of lifestyle, loss of mobility, loss of living without pain. I’ve done my mourning over something with no end in sight.

It seemed that everyone had the blues except me … so I wrote one for myself. This is it. I am no good at singing (if you can call it singing) and playing at the same time and this is written and unrehearsed … that’s my excuse.