Wilco - Stetson Kennedy Lyrics
I Done Spent My Last Three CentsMailing My Letter To The PresidentDidn't Make A Show, I Didn't Make A DentSo I'm Swinging Over To This Independent GentStetson KennedyWriting His Name InStetson KennedyWriting His Name InI Can't Win Out To Save My SoulLong As Smathers-dupont's Got Me In The HoleThem War Profit Boys Are Squawking And BalkingThat's What's Got Me Out Here Walking And TalkingKnocking On Doors And WindowsWake Up And Run Down Election MorningAnd Scribble In Stetson KennedyI Ain't The World's Best Writer, Ain't The World's Best SpellerBut When I Believe In Something I'm The Loudest YellerIf We Fix It So You Can't Make No Money On WarWell We'll All Forget What We Was Killing Folks ForWe'll Find Us A Peace Job Equal And FreeWe'll Dump Smathers-dupont In A Salty SeaWell, This Makes Stetson Kennedy The Man For Me