Poetic Divination

“Stetson Kennedy” by Woody Guthrie

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