Under the Gun
Words and music by Julie Black
I think I'm under the gun child
Now what am I gonna do?
Think I'm under the gun child
You countin' on me to pull us through
Think I'm under the gun child
Got the best that I can give,
But no matter how I work
We aint got enough, aint got enough to live.
Ooo We aint got enough to live.
Sixteen hour days, baby it just don't pay the rent
Spend my whole life working, but is this life?
Well it just don't make no sense
Lawdy Child I'm always tired
Yes I feel like I'm wearin' thin
But just one look into my babies eyes
I get up & do it again
CHORUS
Work hard for a dollar, while the boss steals my self respect
If I can just find a way to keep on the lights
Before "The Man" comes to collect
My kids need new clothes, they shut off the phone
…and my shoes are showing age
I just don't see how folks ever get by
Livin' on minimum wage
CHORUS
We aint got enough to live.
Think I'm under the gun child
Think I'm under the gun child
Think I'm under the gun child
We aint got enough to live
© Julie Black