Uncle Scam Blues

Uncle Scam Blues (C. Cook)

Six o’clock on a Monday morning what am I doin’ here
My eyes are both wide open but nothin’ seems too clear

While I’m chokin’ cigarette smokin’ the time is comin’ near
Oh my Lord I gotta’ jump that Ford, I gotta’ get outta’ here
I said I gotta’ get outta’ here

‘cause I’m a workin’ man tried and true
My mama and my daddy and my kin folk too
Workin’ everyday ain’t nothin’ new
Ya know I got holes in my shoes
Yeah ya know I got the Uncle Scam blues

Why am I givin’ all my money to somebody that I don’t even know
Am I livin’ not knowin’ where I’m goin’ I never got nothin’ to show
I just keep on givin’ tryin’ to make a livin’ deeper in a hole I fall
Livin’ in a suitcase hangin’ on a shoelace singin’ for a dollar a song

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