Dirk Powell - I aint playing pretty polly

When I was a ^Fyoung boy, my papaw played me ^Csongs He’d sing that Pretty ^FPolly, and I’d listen ^Call night ^Dmlong Those ^Csounds went straight in^Fto my soul, sitting ^Con his cabin ^Dmfloor But I ain’t ^Cplaying Pretty ^FPolly any^Cmore

When Granny was a ^Fyoung girl, she had to hold her ^Cown She told my little ^Fsister, don’t get with a ^Cman a^Dmlone Down ^Cin the Willow ^FGarden, wasn’t ^Csome old meta^Dmphor So I ain’t ^Cplaying Willow ^FGarden any^Cmore

I ain’t ^Fplaying Pretty ^GPolly or ^CRosalie Mc^FFall I ain’t playing ^GKnoxville Girl, no, ^Cnone of them at ^Fall No more tales of ^Gwomen killed by ^Cdrunken violent ^Fmen They don’t deserve their ^Gstories told, I won’t ^Craise my voice a^Fgain I ain’t ^Cplaying Pretty ^FPolly any^Cmore

Cause I know some ^Fstories, men like my Uncle ^CClyde He spent seven ^Fdecades at my Aunt ^CMyrtle’s ^Dmside ^C Kentucky teens who ^Ffell in love in ^C193^Dm4 ^C They had to leave the ^Fmountains to find ^Cwork in Balti^Dmmore ^C She tended their young ^Ffamily while he ^Cfought for them in the ^Dmwar ^C And she still holds his ^Fpicture and looks ^Cfor him at the ^Dmdoor ^C Though she just turned ^F100 and he ^Cpassed 12 years be^Dmfore So I ain’t ^Cplaying Pretty ^FPolly an^Cymore

I ain’t ^Fplaying Pretty ^GPolly or ^CRosalie Mc^FFall I ain’t playing ^GKnoxville Girl, no, ^Cnone of them at ^Fall No more tales of ^Gwomen killed by ^Cdrunken violent ^Fmen They don’t deserve their ^Gstories told, I won’t ^Craise my voice a^Fgain And I ain’t ^Cplaying Pretty ^FPolly any^Cmore

I ain’t ^Cplaying Pretty ^FPolly any^Cmore I ain’t ^Cplaying Pretty ^FPolly any^Cmore