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

Stetson Kennedy
Writing his name in

I can't win out to save my soul
Long as smathers-duponts 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 you can't make no money on war
Well all forget what were killing folks for

Well find us a peace job equal and free
We'll dump smathers-dupont in a salty sea
Well  this makes Stetson Kennedy the man for me