Ain’t Gettin’ Played No More - A Song
Lyrics by Joyce Strong, music by Suno
Ain’t Gettin’ Played No More [Verse 1] My daddy broke his back in a West Virginia mine Mama worked the line at the Chevy plant in ’89 They prayed for rain, they prayed for change And every four years, got more of the same [Verse 2] That city man came talkin’ like he knew our names Said he’d fight for us, said he’d break them chains But he flew right past when the storm rolled in Just another suit in a red state grin [Chorus] We ain’t gettin’ played no more Ain’t bowin’ down to no rich man’s war We built this land, we broke our backs Time to take our country back No more lies from a TV stage We’re red, white, broke — and done with rage Farmers, miners, steel-to-the-core We ain’t gettin’ played no more [Verse 3] From Michigan mills to Georgia clay Wisconsin fields to the PA gray Arizona heat, Nevada nights We kept the lights on through every fight [Bridge] But we talk in truth, not in tweets Got boots and calloused hands, not elite seats We’re the ones who drive and dig and sow And we damn sure know when it’s time to grow [Chorus] We ain’t gettin’ played no more Ohio’s done with the slamming door North Carolina knows the score We ain’t gettin’ played no more [Outro] So raise your glass in a union hall To every worker who still stands tall Left or right, rich or poor We ain’t gettin’ played no more
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