Текст Kenny Rogers – 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

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 neighbors names
I kept readin’, then 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 Daddy’s 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.»
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

«Make a law where Daddy’s 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…