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I done spent my last three cents |
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Mailing my letter to the President |
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Didn't make a show, I didn't make a dent |
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So I'm swinging over to this independent gent |
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Stetson Kennedy |
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Writing his name in |
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Stetson Kennedy |
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Writing his name in |
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I can't win out to save my soul |
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Long as Smathers-Dupont's got me in the hole |
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Them war profit boys are squawking and balking |
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That's what's got me out here walking and talking |
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Knocking on doors and windows |
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Wake up and run down election morning |
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And scribble in Stetson Kennedy |
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I ain't the world's best writer, ain't the world's best speller |
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But when I believe in something I'm the loudest yeller |
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If we fix it so you can't make no money on war |
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Well we'll all forget what we was killing folks for |
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We'll find us a peace job equal and free |
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We'll dump Smathers-Dupont in a salty sea |
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Well, this makes Stetson Kennedy the man for me |
