Letras de After Taxes

I feel so good come pay day
I think of all the things I′m going to 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
Because from those total wages earned
Down to that net amount that′s due
I feel a painful sense of loss between the two

There goes that bracelet for her arm
There goes that new fence for my farm
There goes that brand new Pontiac
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
Because 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 never have you one
Because 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

There goes that bracelet for her arm
There goes that new fence for my farm
Send back that short wave radio cancel that trip to Mexico
Forget that brand new Pontiac there goes the shirt right off my back