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, Lord I lose all hope 'Cause 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 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 '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 vacation in the sun You can dream but you can't never have 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 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 --- After Taxes - Johnny Cash