| I just sat down to watch the game when I heard the doorbell ring
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| An' I wondered who in the world it could be
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| Through the peephole, all that I saw there
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| Was a crooked cap on curly hair an' some kid squintin' back at me
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| I said, «If you’re sellin' somethin', well, I ain’t buyin' nothin'
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| But I appreciate you stoppin' by.»
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| Said: «I ain’t askin' for a dime, just a minute of your time
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| An' your name here on the dotted line
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| Could you sign my petition?»
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| Had a spiral notebook in his hand
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| Handed me a chewed up pen
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| An' I ask you: «What am I signin' up for.»
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| I scrolled down that wrinkled page
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| Saw a couple of neighbors names
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| I kept readin', then I sat down on the porch
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| It was a letter to the President
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| With a list that numbered one to ten
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| It said: «Make a law where Daddy’s don’t work late
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| Keep Uncle Joe an' those soldiers safe
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| Give those kids on TV all they want to eat
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| Put a stop to bullies on the bus
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| No crime, no waits, no hate, no drugs
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| Give a blanket and a job to people on the street.»
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| I said: «Son, sounds like a world I’d like to live in.»
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| And I signed his petition
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| He thanked me for my time
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| I headed back inside, grabbed my beer
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| An' got back to the game
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| Thought: «By now that boy he’s three doors down
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| «Here I am just sittin' round
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| Waitin' on the world to change.»
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| Must’ve blocked the whole game out
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| All that I could think about was
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| «Make a law where Daddy’s don’t work late
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| Keep Uncle Joe an' those soldiers safe
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| Give those kids on TV all they want to eat
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| Put a stop to bullies on the bus
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| No crime, no waits, no hate, no drugs
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| Give a blanket and a job to people on the street.»
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| An' I thought: «Man, ain’t that a place I’d like to live in.»
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| And I thank God for that boy that’s out there fixin'
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| The world with his petition… |