I was walkin to the corner drug store
What should I happen to see
there were picket lines
And the people were a shouting: "Down with democracy"
As I strolled on by someone grabbed my arm and said
"Buddy, where do you stand"?
I said "I stand wherever I choose my friend 
And you best let go of my hand"
As I walked away on a sunny day, I swear I heard him scream
"You know you're leaning on my dream"
"Hey man you're leaning on my dream"

Got home and turned on the tv set
And sat me down to eat
And a man came on
Talking 'bout the coppers
They were blocking off another street
Seems some folks was raising cain
And a riot had broke out
And they flashed the camera on the guy who had stopped me
I watched him running about
As the cops were dragging him away
I heard one of them scream
"You know you're leaning on my dream"
"These kids are leaning on my dream"

Oh yeah

Well I got up and turned off the tv set
And to tell you I was feeling mean
And I thought a while
Trying to make some sense
Out of everything that I have seen
I was adding the score when there's a knock on the door
Was a letter addressed to me
It read "greetings from the president, United States"
I fell down on my knees
The next day I was on the picket line
And Lord you should have heard me scream
"You know you're leaning on my dream"
"Hey man you're leaning on my dream"
"You know you're leaning on my dream"
"Leaning on my dream"
"Leaning, leaning, yeah"