I Aint Playing Pretty Polly

C F C When I was a young boy, my papaw played me songs F C Dm He’d sing that Pretty Polly, and I’d listen all night long C F C Dm Those sounds went straight into my soul, sitting on his cabin floor C F C But I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore F C When Granny was a young girl, she had to hold her own F C Dm She told my little sister, don’t get with a man alone C F C Dm Down in the Willow Garden, wasn’t some old metaphor C F C So I ain’t playing Willow Garden anymore F G C F I ain’t playing Pretty Polly or Rosalie McFall G C F I ain’t playing Knoxville Girl, no, none of them at all G C F No more tales of women killed by drunken violent men G C F They don’t deserve their stories told, I won’t raise my voice again C F C I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore F C Cause I know some stories, men like my Uncle Clyde F C Dm He spent seven decades at my Aunt Myrtle’s side C F C Dm Kentucky teens who fell in love in 1934 C F C Dm They had to leave the mountains to find work in Baltimore C F C Dm She tended their young family while he fought for them in the war C F C Dm And she still holds his picture and looks for him at the door C F C Dm Though she just turned 100 and he passed 12 years before C F C So I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore F G C F I ain’t playing Pretty Polly or Rosalie McFall G C F I ain’t playing Knoxville Girl, no, none of them at all G C F No more tales of women killed by drunken violent men G C F They don’t deserve their stories told, I won’t raise my voice again C F C And I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore C F C I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore C F C I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore