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  • 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
  • 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