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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Punch in at dawn
Steel in my hands
He gets the profits
We get the cramps
He talks real sweet
When the room is full
Then turns mean-eyed
When the door swings shut
I’ve seen good people
Bend and bite
Still keep their heads up
Still do right
[Pre-Chorus]
But we stood shoulder to shoulder
With our names in a line
Not begging for mercy
Just what was mine
[Chorus]
Keep your boot off me
Keep your boot off me
We earn our pay
We earn our peace
Keep your boot off me
Keep your boot off me
We treated people right
Now you do the same for me
[Verse 2]
My brother got blamed
For a broken tool
Like a hungry man
Can fix your school
My sister got told
“Be thankful, be small”
While he stacked his gold
Behind the wall
We don’t want your pity
We don’t want your grin
We want the table fair
From the start to the end
[Pre-Chorus]
And we learned that kind
From the old hard days
Respect ain’t a gift
It’s the wage you pay
[Chorus]
Keep your boot off me
Keep your boot off me
We earn our pay
We earn our peace
Keep your boot off me
Keep your boot off me
We treated people right
Now you do the same for me
[Bridge]
I’ve carried your load
Through heat and rain
Watched you call our backs
A cost, not a name
But there’s a fire in the lunchroom
A spark in the hall
When enough good folks rise
You can’t step on all
[Chorus]
Keep your boot off me
Keep your boot off me
We earn our pay
We earn our peace
Keep your boot off me
Keep your boot off me
We treated people right
Now you do the same for me
[Outro]
Same hands, same hours
Same blood, same skin
You won’t bend this line
We’re standing in it
Keep your boot off me
Keep your boot off me
Details
GeneratedMay 2, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
Folk blues-metal with a slow stomping shuffle, dirt-road swing, and half-time weight; verse rides bare voice, acoustic scrape, and slide guitar, pre-chorus tightens with handclaps and low toms, chorus slams with fat distorted riff and gang shouts. Rough lead vocal in the verses, double-tracked on the hook with gritty gang replies. Ear candy: bottle-neck squeals, a brake of silence before each chorus, and a final lead-guitar wail over a stomping outro. Dense, dusty, and wide in the low end., folk, metal, blues
Credits
Prompt by
SoulfulDrum546
SoulfulDrum546ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
union fighting the employer for basic respect and principles, feeling under the bosses foot, treated people with respect. folk, Gritty back-porch blues fused with heavy southern metal; lead guitar
