Testo Dear Mr. President - Pete Seeger

Testo della canzone Dear Mr. President (Pete Seeger), tratta dall'album We're Listening To Folk Classics, Vol. 3

Dear Mr. President, I set me down
To send you greetings from my home town
And send you best wishes from all the friends I know
In Texas, Alabama, and Ohio, and unaffiliated
I'm an ordinary guy, work most of my life
Sometime I'll settle down with my kids and wife
And I like to see a movie or take a little drink
And I like being free to say what I think
It sort of runs in the family
My grandpa crossed the ocean for the same reason
Now I hate Hitler and I can tell you why
He's caused lots of good folks to suffer and die
He's got a way of shoving folks around
I figure it's about time we slapped him down
Give him a dose of his own medicine, lead poison
Now Mr. President, we haven't always agreed
In the past, I know, but that ain't at all important now
What is important is what we got to do
We got to lick Mr. Hitler and until we do
Other things can wait
In other words, first we got a skunk to skin
War means overtime and higher prices
But we're all willing to make sacrifices
Hell, I'd even stop fighting with my mother-in-law
Cause we need her too to win the war, old battle axe
Now as I think of our great land
With its cities and towns and farming land
With so many good people a-working every day
I know it ain't perfect but it will be someday
Just give us a little time
This is the reason that I want to fight
Not 'cause everything's perfect or everything's right
No, it's just the opposite, I'm fighting because
I want a better America and better laws
And better homes and jobs and schools
And no more Jim Crow and no more rules like
You can't ride on this train 'cause you're a Negro
You can't live here 'cause you're a Jew
You can't work here 'cause you're a union man
There's a line keeps running through my head
I think it was something Joe Louis once said
Said there's lots of things wrong
But Hitler won't help 'em
Now Mr. President, you're commander in chief
Of our armed forces, the ships and the planes
And the tanks and the horses, I guess you know best
Just where I can fight, all I want to be is situated right
To do the most damage
I never was one to try and shirk
And let the other fellow do all of the work
So when the time comes I'll be on hand
And I can make good use of these two hands
Quit playing this banjo around with the boys
And exchange it for something that makes more noise
So Mr. President, we got this one big job to do
That's lick Mr. Hitler, and when we're through
Let no one else ever take his place
To trample down the human race
So what I want is you to give me a gun
So we can hurry up and get the job done



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Writer(s): Linda Perry
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