NNAFTA BLUES
Written by Barry P. Foley Copyright © 01 JAN 2000
Chorus Ain’t got no job, got dem old NAFTA Blues Ain’t got no job, got dem old NAFTA Blues But I ain’t worried son, I got pennies in both my shoes
Cause a factory closed just across the town That makes number three that NAFTA’s done shut down Sent the jobs down south, where cheap labor is all around
Wife told me, we got too many bills to pay Can’t be poor no more, just won’t live that way And if you lose you job, I’ll pack up and be on my way
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Went on down to the unemployment desk I packed up my pride, went to the unemployment desk They said 26 weeks is all you gonna get I can’t live on that, how I’m gonna pay my bills On that litty bitty money, how I’m gonna pay dem bills Head back in the holler and fire up that moonshine stil
Down at the unemployment office the other day Went down to the VEC to get my pay My old boss was there and guess what he had to say
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(Spoken) Heck I thought NAFTA stood for North American Free Tequila Agreement
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