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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 remember names
And after week, it's always the same
And it's Ho, boys, you code it, and program it right
Nothing happens in the life of mine
I'm up the data on the Xerox line
Then it's in the data, give the keyboard a punch
cross-correlate and break for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, process and
Program, printout, to the mean
Then it's again, eat again, watch some TV
Make to my woman at ten-fifty-three
I dream the same dream when I'm at night
I'm soaring over hills an eagle in flight
Someday I'm gonna give up all the buttons and
I'll punch that time clock till it can't
Burn up my and set myself free
Cause gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.

Written by Nigel Russell and to the city of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live,
Music, FCM-002
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