Country Music Meets the Zombie Apocalypse

My husband comes home from Iraq in THREE DAYS, so I'm busy getting ready.  I love this song, so I thought I'd share with you.  Get ready for earworms!

In case you want to sing along:

To Whom it May Concern

To whom it may concern my name is Mugfred Leon Guy
I raise a few head of cattle out past the county line
I’m writing to you about some strange hap’nin’s
People been wanderin’ ‘round the fields out back
I’ve reason to believe we are under attack
And I thought you oughta know

I see ‘em, out there all the time
Way out beyond my property line
People come out the woods day and night
Walking ‘round in circles like they ain’t right

Shambling around like they’re going nowhere
Looking at the ground with a funny stare
They’s a bunch a zombies I swear
And I have to admit I’m a little scared

Cause there's big ‘uns, small ‘uns, old ‘uns, young ‘uns
All size zombies they just keep coming
I think it’s time that we did something
Before it’s just too late

So you know we gotta…
Get ready gotta make preparations
For the impending zombie invasion
Just like the movies on my television
They’ll be coming for my brain I reckon
How many of ‘em?  Who can tell?.
I can’t hold ‘em all off by myself
You boys gotta send me some help

Sincerely Mug L. Guy

To whom it may concern I wrote you just a few weeks past
Since then our zombie situation has deteriorated fast
I hid myself out by the woods
To try and get a better look if I could
And what I seen don’t look good
And I thought you oughta know

You see the zombies much to my surprise
Were carrying space-age, hand-held devices
They kept pointing ‘em up at the sky
Calling out coordinates the whole time

They’re aliens I’m sure of it
Communicating with the mother ship
They finally found some sort of box they’d hid
They pulled it out and opened it

I got scared so I ran away
I barely escaped with my life that day
We got to save the human race
Before it’s just too late

So you know we gotta…
Get ready gotta make preparations
For the alien zombie invasion
Just like the movies on my television
They’ll be coming for my brain I reckon
How many of ‘em?  Who can tell?.
I can’t hold ‘em all off by myself
You boys gotta send me some help

Sincerely Mug L. Guy
To whom it may concern things went from bad to worse real quick
I went out tonight to try and find that box them aliens hid
I found it by the pale moonlight
Opened it up and looked inside
What I seen would blow your mind
And I thought you oughta know

You see it had a log of alien activity
Hundreds had signed in already you see
Turns out its way worse than I thought it’d be
They’re hiding these things all across the country

Seems they’re from a planet called Geocaching
They exchange in their own strange currency
And talk in codes like TFTC
I figured that means “Time For The Calamity”

And they was talking about some kinda traveling bugs
Moving all around the world and if that’s not enough
They had dog tags with evil-looking spiders on ‘em
Right under our noses thousands of ‘em

They’s an army of insect creatures building
We need to be ready.  We gotta be strong.
‘Cause the bugs is a coming and it won’t be long
Before it's just too late.

So you know we gotta…
Get ready gotta make preparations
For the alien zombie bug invasion
Just like the movies on my television
They’ll be coming for our brains I reckon
How many of ‘em?  Who can tell?

I can’t hold ‘em all off by myself
You boys gotta send me some help

Sincerely Mug L. Guy
P.S. Can you do something ‘bout my neighbor’s dog.  It keeps me up all night.