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I feel so good come payday I think of all the things I'm gonna buy
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When I pick up my pay Don't you know, but then they hand me
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That little brown envelope I peep inside, Lord I lose all hope
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'Cause from those total wages earned Down to that net amount that's due
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I feel the painful sense of loss between the two
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(Federal Taxes) There goes that bracelet for her arm
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(County Taxes) There goes that new fence for my farm
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(State Income Taxes) There goes that brand new Pontiac
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(With Holding Taxes) There goes the shirt right off my back
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You can dream about a honeymoon for two
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You can dream but that's about all you can do
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'Cause by the time old Uncle Sam gets through with you
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You can buy her a pair of hose A little powder for her nose
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And take her down to Sloppy Joe's for beer and stew
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Them are the facts after tax
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You can dream about vacation in the sun
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You can dream but you can't never have you one
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'Cause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets done
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You've got just enough for gas To see them city limits pass
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And if you get back home fourth class I'd say you won
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(Federal Taxes) There goes that bracelet for her arm
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(County Taxes) There goes that new fence for my farm
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(Luxury Taxes) Send back that short wave radio
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(Insurance Taxes) Cancel that trip to Mexico
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(State Income Taxes) Forget that brand new Pontiac
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(Withholding Taxes) There goes the shirt right off my back