Ghost Lee Waters - Pink Slip Blues

Clocked in before the sunrise, same as I always do. Yeah, clocked in before the sunrise, same as I always do. Boss man called me in, said, “Son, we’re through.” Handed me that paper, like it was somethin’ kind. Yeah, handed me that paper, like it was somethin’ kind. Said, “It ain’t you, it’s the numbers.” But the numbers ain’t got no spine. Got them pink slip blues, folded up in my hand. Yeah, them pink slip blues, like a curse I don’t understand. Twenty years on the line, and I’m back where I began. Ain’t no gold watch, ain’t no farewell song. Yeah, ain’t no gold watch, ain’t no farewell song. Just a cold nod at the doorway, and a man tryin’ to stay strong. Coffee cold, steel boots drag. Whole damn town got the same tag. We build, we sweat, we break our backs, then they ship it out and don’t look back. Got them pink slip blues, printin’ my name in red. Yeah, them pink slip blues, ringin’ in my head. I gave ‘em my best years, and they gave me nothin’ instead. So I’m walkin’ home through rain, boots heavy with mud. Yeah, I’m walkin’ home through rain, boots heavy with mud. Ain’t no job can break me, but it damn sure drew blood. Got them pink slip blues, printin’ my name in red. Yeah, them pink slip blues, ringin’ in my head. I gave ‘em my best years, and they gave me nothin’ instead.