Pink Slip Blues

Pink Slip Blues - Ida Cox

One day every week i prop myself at my front door

One day every week i prop myself at my front door

And the police force couldn't move me for that mail man blow

Twas a little white paper uncle sam had done addressed to me

Twas a little white paper uncle sam had done addressed to me

It meant one more week one week of sweet prosperity

But bad news got to spreading and my poor hair started turning grey

But bad news got to spreading and my poor hair started turning grey

Cause uncle sam started chopping cutting thousands off the wpa

Just a little pink slip in a long white envelope

Just a little pink slip in a long white envelope

Was the end of my road was the last ray of my only hope

After four long years uncle sam done put me on the shelf

After four long years uncle sam done put me on the shelf

Cause that little pink slip means you got to go for yourself