I done spent my last three cents 

Mailing my letter to the President 

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-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, ain't 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 we'll all forget what we was killing folks for 



We'll 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