Ida Cox — Pink Slip Blues

[Verse 1] 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 mailman blow [Verse 2] '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 [Verse 3] But bad news got to spreading And my poor hand started turning gray But bad news got to spreading And my poor hand started turning gray 'Cause Uncle Sam started chopping Cutting thousands off the WPA [Verse 4] Just a little pink slip In a long white envelope Just a little pink slip In a long white envelope 'Cause the end of my road Was the last ray of my only hope [Verse 5] 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