I used to love this town and this neighborhood 
The streets were safe; the schools were good 
The mill was hummin' twenty-four seven 
I was formin' on the line, three to eleven 
But eighteen months, and two days ago 
The mill closed down and moved to Mexico 

I paid my bills, I paid my dues 
And I've had 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] when [bad word] to take the house away 

I paid my bills, I paid my dues 
I've had my share of taxes too 
Now I can't even buy my little baby shoes 
I've got these red, white, and [bad word] pink-slip blues 

You know I love my country, and I'm not one [bad word] 
But there's a lot of us that feel like we've been left stranded here
Out in the rain 

I paid my bills, I paid my dues 
I've had my share of taxes too 
Now I can't buy my kids no shoes 
I've got these red, white, and pink-slip blues 

Anybody listenin'? 
Hey, politicians, we're talkin' to you 
(Is anybody listenin'?) 
Are you gonna help us pull on through... 
(Is anybody listenin'?) 
...or just leave us standin' in the rain? 
(Is anybody listenin'?)