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
'T'was a little white paper Uncle Sam had done addressed to me 'T'was 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 yourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
