Il testo della My petition

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 petition