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A Song for the Holidays
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DUMP THE BOSSES OFF YOUR BACK
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from the Little Red Songbook of the IWW
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(Tune: Take it to the Lord in Prayer)
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by John Brill, 1916
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Are you cold for-lorn and hun-gry? Are there lots of things you
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lack? Is your life made up of mis-'ry? Then
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dump the bos-ses off your back! Are your clothes all torn and
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tat-tered? Are you liv-ing in a shack? Would you have your trou-bles
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scat-tered? then dump the bos-ses off your back!
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Are you almost split asunder?
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Loaded like a long-eared jack?
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Boob--why don't you buck like thunder,
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And dump the bosses off your back?
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All the agonies you suffer
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You can end with one good whack--
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Stiffen up, you orn'ry duffer--
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And dump the bosses off your back.
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Brought to courtesy of the Wobblies, iww@igc.apc.org
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