Pink Slip Blues lyrics

Artist  : Ida Cox 
Song : Pink Slip Blues



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														   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 'fore 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
W.P.A.



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