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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAfter Taxes
I feel so good come paydayI think of all the things I'm gonna buy when I pick up my payDon't you know but then they hand me that little brown envelopeI peep inside Lord I lose all hopeCause from those total wages earned down to that net amount that's dueI feel the painful sense of loss between the twoThere goes that bracelet for her arm there goes that new fence for my farmThere goes that brand new Pontiac there goes the shirt right off my backYou can dream about a honeymoon for twoYou can dream but that's about all you can doCause by the time old Uncle Sam gets through with youYou can buy her a pair of hose a little powder for her noseAnd take her down to Sloppy Joe's for beer and stew them are the facts after taxYou can dream about vacation in the sunYou can dream but you can't never have you oneCause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets doneYou've got just enough for gas to see them city limits passAnd if you get back home fourth class I'd say you wonThere goes that bracelet for her arm there goes that new fence for my farmSend back that short wave radio cancel that trip to MexicoForget that brand new Pontiac there goes the shirt right off my back
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