Текст песни
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,
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
(Federal tax)
There goes that bracelet for her arm
(County tax)
There goes that new fence for my farm
(State income tax)
There goes that brand new Pontiac
(Withholding tax)
There goes the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
Yes, you can dream, but that's about all you can do
'Cause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets through
You can buy her a pair of hose
A little powder for her nose
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
Oh, 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 won
(Federal Tax)
There goes that bracelet for her arm
(County tax)
There goes that new fence for my farm
(Luxury tax)
Oh, send back that short wave radio
(Insurance tax)
Cancel that trip to Mexico
(State income tax)
Forget that brand new Pontiac
(Withholding tax)
There goes the shirt right off my back
I think of all the things I'm gonna buy
When I pick up my pay
Don't you know,
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
(Federal tax)
There goes that bracelet for her arm
(County tax)
There goes that new fence for my farm
(State income tax)
There goes that brand new Pontiac
(Withholding tax)
There goes the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
Yes, you can dream, but that's about all you can do
'Cause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets through
You can buy her a pair of hose
A little powder for her nose
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
Oh, 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 won
(Federal Tax)
There goes that bracelet for her arm
(County tax)
There goes that new fence for my farm
(Luxury tax)
Oh, send back that short wave radio
(Insurance tax)
Cancel that trip to Mexico
(State income tax)
Forget that brand new Pontiac
(Withholding tax)
There goes the shirt right off my back
Клип «After Taxes»
Видеоролики хранятся и модерируются сервисом YouTube. Отказ от ответственности
Заказать перевод Прислать свой вариант перевода
Текст песни Johnny Cash After Taxes предоставлен в ознакомительных целях для личного развития.