| 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 Stetson Kennedy
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| Writing his name in 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 |