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WHITE HOLLER
Well, I rise up every morning at a to eight
Some woman who's my tells me not to be late
I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't their names
And week after week, always the same
And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it
ever happens in the life of mine
I'm up the data on the Xerox line
Then code in the data, give the keyboard a punch
Then cross-correlate and break for some
Correlate, tabulate, and screen
Program, printout, to the mean
Then it's home again, eat again, some TV
Make to my woman at ten-fifty-three
I the same dream when I'm sleeping at night
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in
Someday I'm gonna give up all the and things
I'll that time clock till it can't ring
Burn up my and set myself free
Cause no'one's gonna fold, bend or me.

Written by Nigel and dedicated to the city of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live, Fogarty's
Cove Music,
WHITCOLH
DC
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