NO MORE TAXES (Barry David Butler).mp3
BARRY & THE BOOMERS
Chapter 1
Madison Square Garden 2015
Eighteen th
Lyrics
THEY’RE GONNA TAX HIS LAND
GONNA TAX HIS BED
TAX HIS TABLE
AT WHICH HE’S FED
TAX HIS TRACTOR
AND TAX HIS MULE
TEACH HIM TAXES
THEY ARE THE RULE
TAX HIS WORK
GONNA TAX HIS PAY
HE WORKS FOR PEANUTS
ANYWAY
TAX HIS COW
TAX HIS GOAT
TAX HIS PAY
TAX HIS COAT
(CHORUS)
THEY’RE GONNA TAX HIS TIES
GONNA TAX HIS SHIRT
TAX HIS WORK
GONNA TAX HIS DIRT
TAX TOBACCO
GONNA TAX HIS DRINKS
TAX HIM HARD
IF HE TRIES TO THINK
TAX CIGARS
GONNA TAX HIS BEERS
AND IF HE CRIES
GO AND TAX HIS TEARS
TAX HIS CAR
TAX HIS GAS
FIND OTHER WAYS
TO TAX HIS ASS
(CHORUS)
IT’S A BOTTOMLESS PIT
WHERE OUR MONEY GOES
THEY JUST TAKE IT AWAY
TO WHERE NOBODY KNOWS
THEY’RE ROBBING US BLIND
IT’S A CRYING SHAME
LET’S THROW ALL THE BUMS OUT
THEY’RE ALL TO BLAME
(CHORUS)
TAX ALL THAT HE HAS
THEN LET HIM KNOW
THAT YOU WON’T STOP
TILL HE HAS NO DOUGH
if HE SCREAMS AND HOLLERS
TAX HIM MORE
TAX HIM TILL
HE’S GOOD AND SORE
TAX HIS COFFIN
AND TAX HIS GRAVE
TAX THE SOD
IN WHICH HE IS LAID
GO PUT THESE WORDS
UP ON HIS TOMB
TAXES DROVE ME CRAZY
AND TO MY DOOM
