Johnny Cash - After Taxes lyrics

I feel so good come payday
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, Lord I lose all hope
Because from those total wages earned
Down to that net amount that's due
I feel the painful sense of
Loss between the two

There goes that bracelet for her arm
There goes that new fence for my farm
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 vacation 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 limit's pass
And if you get back home fourth class
I'd say you won