My Petition - Kenny Rogers

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 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

Waitin' on the world to change.»

Must’ve blocked the whole game out

All that I could think about was

«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…