Tennessee Ernie Ford, Sixteen Tons.
This one is all your fault, Sled. I’ve been waiting on this song to show up.
Quite irritating, too. Not the song, I like it, but the way it started playing.
I woke up, looked at the time, decided it was late enough and I should get up. I did a back-pain inventory and realised I was lying a little crooked, and hoped I hadn’t messed myself up for the day. I put my knees up to do my back strengthening exercise, and then remembered that I’d had really interesting, long dreams, the ones that are more like movies with proper plots. I love those, so I tried to recall the last one…and it was like watching someone drop the needle on the record. “No, you cannot watch a brain-film in bed! You must listen to ‘you load sixteen tons, and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt’…” Arrrgh.
heretherebespiders 
Oh my word! You really got me on this one. No I don’t mean by catching your earworm, by being right there with you in that moment. I felt every emotion and even could hear the rustle of the sheets. Babe, this blogging thing is doin magic. LOVE IT.
Also, thought I’d add that I woke up with The Muppets Christmas Album running in my head. Yep, someone’s ready for the holidays! Nothing like a little Miss Piggy in your ear first thing in the morn.
Hahaha! Muppets?!? Boy am I glad I discovered Xmas in Frisco on SomaFM. My holiday tune is I Farted On Santas Lap.
Thanks, hon! Nice thing to hear when the writing is a first cuppa joe effort.
I knew that one would get someone eventually.