Dreaming of the ladies of the night or the day Memories of factory lines long as I'm paid But when the taxes rise That's when I start my fires Don't make me wait so long The temperature feels like the sun Don't make me break, so long ♪ I still can feel the cotton and the heat from the fields I made the country so damn rich ain't no way to heal Now people pass me by And all I ask is, "Why?" Don't make me wait so long The temperature feels like the sun Don't make me break, so long