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