Dear Mrs. Roosevelt - Bob Dylan

Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don’t hang your head and cry

His mortal flesh is laid away but his good work fills the sky

This world was lucky to see him born

Now he went up to grade school and he wrote back to his folks

He drew such funny pictures and was always pulling jokes

This world was lucky to see him born

He went up to Harvard to read his books of law

He loved his trees and horses, he loved everything he saw

This world was lucky to see him born

He got struck down by the fever and it settled in his leg

He loved the folks that wished him well and everybody did

This world was lucky to see him born

He took office on a crippled leg and he said to one and all

«Your money changing racket, boys, sure enough got to fall.»

This world was lucky to see him born

I voted for him lots of times and I’d vote for him again

He tried to find an honest job for every idle man

This world was lucky to see him born

He helped me to build my union and he learned me how to talk

I could see he was a cripple but he learned my soul to talk

This world was lucky to see him born

I was a GI in the army the day he passed away

And over my shoulder I could hear some soldier say

«This world was lucky to see him born.»

I know this world was lucky just to see him born

I know this world was lucky just to see him born

This world was lucky to see him born