Tom Flannery
Текст песни Iron City Brew

I'm a steel worker from Pittsburgh
My daddy was one too
I hear the president is coming our way
To drink some iron city brew
He's raising money for his campaign
Getting it while he can
'cause when he lifts that tariff
Our steel will turn to sand
Our steel will turn to sand

Never been more than 50 miles
From my own front door
And now my son is hunkered down
Fighting the president's war
I wonder if he'll speak with me
Or maybe answer a question or two
I sure hope I can catch his eye
Probably not an easy thing to do
Probably not an easy thing to do

He's kinda quiet when steel comes up
And the reason we all agree
There are only a few money boys here
The rest are folks like me
They had us decking out the hall downtown
In red white and blue
I'm washing the grime from my hands
And the bullshit from my shoes
And the bullshit from my shoes

You come down here looking for dollar bills
Well what are my kids to do
Right now I can provide for them well enough
But not the both of you
Come sit at my table
We'll break bread and have a beer
And leave your circus clowns on the porch
They're not welcome here

I'm a steel worker from Pittsburgh
My daddy was one too
I hear the president is coming our way
To drink some iron city brew