I just sat down to watch the game When I heard the doorbell ring An' I wondered who in the world it could be Through the peephole, all that I saw there Was a crooked cap on curly hair An' some kid squintin' back at me
I said, "If you're sellin' somethin' Well, I ain't buyin' nothin' But I appreciate you stoppin' by" Said, "I ain't askin' for a dime just a minute of your time An' your name here on the dotted line Could you sign my petition?"
Had a spiral notebook in his hand Handed me a chewed up pen An' I ask you, "What am I signin' up for?" I scrolled down that wrinkled page Saw a couple of neighbor's names I kept readin' and I sat down on the porch
It was a letter to the President With a list that numbered one to ten
It said, "Make a law where daddys don't work late Keep Uncle Joe an' those soldiers safe Give those kids on TV all they want to eat Put a stop to bullies on the bus No crime, no waits, no hate, no drugs Give a jacket and a job to people on the street"
I said, "Son, sounds like a world I'd like to live in" And I signed his petition
He thanked me for my time I headed back inside, grabbed my beer An' got back to the game Thought by now that boy, he's three doors down Here I am just sittin' round Waitin' on the world to change
Must've blocked the whole game out All that I could think about was
Make a law where daddys don't work late Keep Uncle Joe an' those soldiers safe Give those kids on TV all they want to eat Put a stop to bullies on the bus No crime, no waits, no hate, no drugs Give a blanket and a job to people on the street"
An' I thought, "Man, ain't that a place I'd like to live in" And I thank God for that boy that's out there fixin' The world with his petitionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
