Uncle Sam
I got laid off from work todayAnd my bills are overdue
My truck broke down
And my dog ran off
And my woman says "we're through"
I worked so hard
At all my jobs
But they don't give a damn
The more I make
The more they take
To pay my Uncle Sam
I fought for that man
In Viet Nam
And nearly lost my head
When I get through
With that ungrateful dude
He'll wish that he were dead
With what I make
And with what he takes
You'd think it would be a sin
To take it all
And leave none at all
For my starving
Next of kin
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