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DUMP THE BOSSES OFF YOUR BACK (2)
(Bruce Phillips)

SPOKEN:
I guess you think I'm gonna preach a sermon,
Like that fancy revival dude last night;
But this ain't no Sunday school,
And you ain't nobody's fool,
So I'll tell it plain and I'll try to tell it right.

Now we all look like a bunch of dirty tramps,
Scattered out through all these jungle camps;
Well,I know our shoes ain't shined,
And we can't dress so fine,
But at doin' work, why we're the world's champs!

Now, Charlie here, he can build a train,
Knows how to use his muscle and his brain,
But ever since St. Paul
He can't find a job at all,
Since they hit him with that goddamn broken crane.

And Lefty there, he knows a thing or two,
But there's not much work a one-arm man can do;
He was working on a freight
When he dropped a pin too late,
Now I suppose his railroad days are through.

There's young Tom just up from Tennessee;
His folks were farmers, at least they used to be;
Bad weather took the best,
The banker took the rest,
Now he's up here boomin', just like you and me.

I wish old Sam here could testify,
But he can't, you all know the reason why;
He had some kind of stroke
When the rotten timbers broke,
And they hauled him out just as empty as the sky.

Well, everybody here has got a tale
Of how we put our bodies up for sale;
But when the work gets slow
We got nothin' left to show,
'Cept this stew we built around a rusty nail.

Now boys, this here's the sermon part:
The boss has got a cinder for a heart;
You know that he won't rest
And he's gonna do his best
To bust us up before we even start.

But if we can build a dam and dig a mine,
Cut the wheat and run a railroad line;
If we can do all that,
Then boys, I'll eat my hat,
If we can't build a union just as fine.

Oh sure, they'll call it Rooshian anarchy
Or some bad "ism", just you see.
We'll have to make it plain
There's nothing in a name
So why don't we just call it "You and Me"

Well, boys, it's getting' late and that's a fact
And I guess it's time that we all hit the sack.
You think about it now,
Maybe get a notion how
We can dump the goddamn bosses off our back.

SUNG:

Are you cold, forlorn and hungry?
Are there lots of things you lack?
Is your life made up of mis'ry?
Then dump the bosses off your back!
Are your clothes all torn and tattered?
Are you living in a shack?
Would you have your troubles scattered?
Then dump the bosses off your back.

Are you almost split asunder?
Loaded like a long-eared jack?
Boob, why don't you buck like thunder
And dump the bosses off your back.
All the agonies you suffer
You can end with one swift whack!
Stiffen up, you orn'ry duffer
And dump the bosses off your back!

Copyright 0 1973 Bruce Phillips
An expansion of an older Wobbly song (see DUMPBOSS)

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