paroles de chanson After Taxes - Johnny Cash
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
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
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
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