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by Darryl Cherney
(D) I once was a happy logger,
thought I would (A) be 'til I was (D) old
But (G) now all the
big trees have vanished, there's nothing but pecker poles
(D)L-P says they don't
need my chainsaw, they've got mechanical scissors to snip
And as I left unem-(A)ployed
from their (D) office, I stepped in a (A) big pile of....
Chorus:
(D) Chip...board,
chipboard was (G) sitting right there in a (D) pile
Chipboard, chipboard
the (E) fumes you could smell it for (A) miles
The (D) oak, the madrone,
and the eucalyptus
They (G) grind it
all up into (D) bits
And then they (G)
reconsti-(Gm)tute it with (D) glues that pol-(B7)lute it
And (E) out comes
a (A) big pile of (D) chip...board, chip....board
So I thought I would get
me a mill job 'cause working with timber I like
No need to worry 'bout
old Earth First! the trees were too tiny to spike
But a computer was
running the factory and the millworkers all had pink slips
Their jobs and their
dreams were replaced by machines
Yes the whole mill
had just turned to....
So I went to see timber
boss Merlo I was gonna stop this cut and run
He sitting there countin
him millions and chippin' up toothpicks for fun
I pored waferboard
glue on his reclining chain I wanted my message to stick
And as for mercy he
pled I pored on his head
A hundred pound sack
full of....
Copyright 1989 by Darryl Cherney, PO Box 34, Garberville, Ecotopia 95542
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