Lyrics
Work hard every day
6 days a week
I'm barely gettin' by
my future looks bleak.
Business was good,
the debt was reduced
I still got no money
Uncle Sam don't give a hoot.
I got the blues,
tax lady blues
She says I owe, to work I go
the tax lady blues.
Gotta see my tax lady
April 15th is near
bring a shoebox full of receipts
She'll make my money disappear
She works the numbers over
then gives me a call
My tax lady says, "Don't spend that money.
You owe it all!"
I got the blues,
tax lady blues.
She says I owe, to work I go
the tax lady blues.
What do you mean I owe?
I have no money in the bank.
I have a profit?
How can that be?
I thought I'd get a refund this year!
By April 15th
that dreaded day of the year
I'll need me a shrink
that's one thing that's clear
I sold all my stock
to pay the tax bill
Unlucky me,
they were down from corporate ill
I got the blues,
tax lady blues
the taxpayin, calculatin, pocketpickin tax lady blues.
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