I used to love this town

And this neighborhood

The streets were safe

The schools were good

The mill was hummin', 24-7

I was foreman on the line, three to 11

But 18 months and two days ago

The mill closed down, and moved to Mexico

And I've paid my share of taxes, too

Now I can't buy my baby shoes

I've got these red, white, and pink slip blues

I hide the pickup truck

In Ricky Brown's garage

(Over on the next block)

'Cause there's a repo man to dodge

I slip out the back door

Lord, I never thought I'd live to see this day

We're gonna need that truck

When they come to take the house away

Now I can't even buy my little baby shoes

I've got these red, white, and damn pink slip blues

You know I love my country

And I'm not one to complain

But there's a lot of us that feel like

We've been left stranded here

Out in the rain

Now I can't buy my kids no shoes

I've got these red, white, pink slip blues

Hey, politicians, we're talkin' to you

Are you gonna help us pull on through?