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