Don't Vote chords by Cass Mccombs

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Your Uncle had an old saying:
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"If you don't vote, then you can't complain"
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Sizing up candidates first election day,
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you thought: "I'm 18 and have no opinion either way"

You had a lot of friends but no peers
Could you imagine this could drag on four more years!
If one day you had more peers than friends,
It's because your means caught up with your ends

Jaws are wagging: "The 1 or the 2??"
eager to put John Hancock on the 'who's who'
Voting seemed almost like a disease
An absolute a day, if you're feeling ill-at-ease

You thought about becoming a cop
Any job with a helmet in case of a drop
You did what anyone else would do in your place
You toyed with the idea of entering the race

Instead of living in your own filth,
you had the nerve to think crop could spring from your tilth
You were called "Diva" by a protective young man
They still call you every name they can

It must be hard sometimes not to complain,
But that's the deal your Uncle once explained
If not choosing was accepted as a trade,