Letras de After Taxes

I feel so good come payday
I think of all the things I′m gonna buy when I pick up my pay
Don't you know?
But then they hand me that little brown envelope
I peep inside and Lord, I lose all hope
′Cause from those total wages earned down to that net amount
That's due, I feel a painful sense of loss between the two
Mmm, federal tax
There goes that bracelet for her arm
Mmm, county tax
There goes that new fence for my farm
Mmm, state income tax
There goes that brand-new Pontiac
Mmm, withholding tax
There goes the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
You can dream, but that's about all you can do
′Cause by the time old Uncle Sam gets through with you
You can buy her a pair of hose
A little powder for her nose
And take her down to Sloppy Joe′s for beer and stew
Them are the facts, after tax
You can dream about vacations in the sun
You can dream but you can't ever have you one
′Cause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets done
You've got just enough for gas
To see them city limits pass
And if you get back home fourth class, I′d say you've won
Mmm, federal tax
There goes that bracelet for her arm
Mmm, county tax
There goes that new fence for my farm
Mmm, luxury tax
Send back that shortwave radio
Mmm, insurance tax
Cancel that trip to Mexico
Mmm, state income tax
Forget that brand-new Pontiac
Mmm, withholding tax
There goes the shirt right off my back