

Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 Sun comes up, boots hit dirt Break my back just to earn my worth Clock it in, sweat it out They take their cut before I count Pre-Chorus Feels like I’m chasin’ a dollar bill But it’s gone ‘fore I stand still Chorus We’re taxed on the money we make with our hands Taxed when we spend it just tryin’ to stand Gas in the tank, food on the plate They take a bite every step we take Buy a little land, think it’s mine But they still come knockin’ come tax time Yeah we work, we bleed, we try But we’re taxed ‘til we’re runnin’ dry Verse 2 Fill that truck, watch them signs Prices jump like county lines Grocery cart, don’t go far Still payin’ more for who we are Pre-Chorus Every road’s got a toll to pay Ain’t no free ride in this place Chorus We’re taxed on the money we make with our hands Taxed when we spend it just tryin’ to stand Gas in the tank, food on the plate They take a bite every step we take Buy a little land, think it’s mine But they still come knockin’ come tax time Yeah we work, we bleed, we try But we’re taxed ‘til we’re runnin’ dry Bridge (break it down – banjo & spoons) Granddaddy said “son, save what you can” But they got a piece of every plan From the cradle to the grave, they take their share Leavin’ folks gaspin’ for a breath of air Final Chorus Taxed on the work, taxed on the pay Taxed on the livin’ day by day Can’t get ahead, just gettin’ by Feels like a crime just to survive Call it freedom, but I don’t know why It feels like we’re just gettin’ by Yeah we work, we bleed, we try But we’re taxed ‘til we’re runnin’ dry
Tags
Backwoods folk country, banjo and harmonica, spoon percussion, raw vocals, gritty, working-class anthem, stripped-down.
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3/31/2026