Bobby Broome

Lyrics

Hey there George Dubya
I just can't catch a break
Won't you steer me some assistance
I'm spendin' more than I can make
I live at 1099 depression revenue
Give this good ol' boy credit
When credit comes due

Hey there George Dubya
Let me steak my claim
I'm tired of payin' Bill's way
Guess I'm filing a complaint
You gotta turn this game around
The cowboy's got the ball
And we all know repossession is 9/10's of the law

I'm knee deep in the heart of taxes
This old ten-gallon's ridin' awful low
Tryin' to get ahead is slower than molasses
And this bread maker's runnin' out of dough
If Uncle Sam would throw me a bone
And that banker would just leave me a loan
I wouldn't be burnt like Texas toast
Siftin’ through the ashes
But everything is bigger
When you're knee deep in the heart of taxes

Hey there George W-2
Audit be a crime?
My ex is buying cadillacs
When I'm down to my last dime
I've been reduced to macaroni
And cheap fried bologna
While she shakes her finger at me and says
Remember the alimony

I'm knee deep in the heart of taxes
This old ten-gallon's ridin' awful low
Tryin' to get ahead is slower than molasses
And this bread maker's runnin' out of dough
If Uncle Sam would throw me a bone
And that banker would just leave me a loan
I wouldn't be burnt like Texas toast
Siftin’ through the ashes
But everything is bigger
When you're knee deep in the heart of taxes

I'm just another lone star in the middle of the masses
But like the billboard states everything is bigger when your

Knee deep in the heart of taxes
This old ten-gallon's ridin' awful low
Tryin' to get ahead is slower than molasses
And this bread maker's runnin' out of dough
If Uncle Sam would throw me a bone
And that banker would just leave me a loan
I wouldn't be burnt like Texas toast
Siftin’ through the ashes
But everything is bigger
When you're knee deep in the heart of taxes

Don't mess with taxes!