Appalachian Road Show - Sales Tax on the Women Lyrics

You may sales tax the flour, the lard, and the meat.
Take the pennies away from me and my pals.
You may sales tax everything that we have to eat,
But don't put the taxes on the gals.

One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
If you put the sales taxes on the women.

Well, don't put the taxes on the good looking girls,
Although I know the pennies have to go.
Well, I wouldn't have done it for a hundred or more
Cause the boys wouldn't stand a bit of show.

One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
If you put the sales taxes on the women.

Well, I love the pretty girls, with their lovely little curls.
If that's wrong, I hope I repent.
Well, I'd sure be sore, and I couldn't love no more,
If I had to pay the taxes as I went.

Well, that's the way it goes, Uncle Sam knows,
He's just torturing me and my pals.
We would die with the blues, without any shoes
If you had to put the taxes on the gals.

Well I don't mean any harm when I step out at night.
Happy times with the ladies I've spent.
Sales taxes on the kisses just wouldn't be right,
In my pockets I would never have a cent.

Well, One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
If you put the sales taxes on the women.

Hey, One cent, two cents, three cents of cash.
That's the way my money goes to spinning.
You can take off my hat, and hit me with a bat
If you put the sales taxes on the women.