I done spent my last three cents Mailing my letter to the president I didn't make a show, I didn't make a dent So I'm swinging over to this independent gent Stetson Kennedy Writing his name in
I cain't win out to save my soul Long as Smathers-Dupont's got me in the hole Them war profit boys are squawking and balking That's what's got me out here walking and talking Knocking on doors and windows Wake up and run down election morning And scribble in Stetson Kennedy
I ain't the world's best writer nor the world's best speller But when I believe in something I'm the loudest yeller If we fix it so's you can't make money on war We'll all forget what we're killing folks for We'll find us a peace job equal and free Dump Smathers-Dupont in a salty sea Well, this makes Stetson Kennedy the man for me
WORDS: Woody Guthrie (1950) - MUSIC: Billy Bragg (1997)
