Little White Card.

It's nice work if you can get at it

Who in the hell said that it's

Not even worth the cash

Coin's goin' out of fashion?

All the army boys are cashin' in

Gift baskets for their sweethearts

Workin' nights and workin' hard

For that little white card

Well, Lucky's got a sweet gig

At that big downtown hotel

He said it's worth the silver

If you can just manage the smell

He comes home with stories

Of the customers and folk

He just wants his little white card

Puttin' up with their off beat jokes

Coulda' been a somebody

Coulda' been a real man

Old mean Joe ain't got nothing though

Workin' the midnight paper stand

Was threatened just last week

By a guy down from the brickyard

He said "I don't mind the bruises

If I can just get my little white card."

Better off in the sticks

Workin' for a dollar here and there

Than talkin' to the jet black kids

Behind the counter of a fair

Shorty's wife just left him

He can barely pick up the shards

His life's in pieces, but man

He's drownin' in those little white cards