White Collar Blues

(a blues song)
I grew up really poor.
Now I earn a good dollar.
Daddy worked with his hands.
I wear a white collar.
You can call me a square
But I don’t care.
I wear a white collar.
I had to cut my hair.
It made me want to holler.
I did it anyway.
I wear a white collar.
You can call me a square
But I [...]