WORD OF TROUBLE SPREAD AROUND
ONE DAY A MAN CAME TO MY TOWN
I WAS IN THE KITCHEN WHEN MY PA LET HIM IN
HE SHOOK MY HAND, SAID, THE KLANS YOUR FRIEND
WAS A MEETING AT LYLE STANTON'S HOUSE
ON JEFFERSON HIGHWAY
SOME, THEY DID NOT LISTEN
SOME DID NOT TURN AWAY
SAID, WHEN THE HOLY RAIN OF FIRE
COMES TUMBLIN' FROM ABOVE
IT'LL BE A KLANSMAN
WHO'll STAND FOR THE LAND HE LOVES
LOOK AWAY, LOOK AWAY NOW
I WAS TEN YEARS OLD WHEN MY PA SAID SON
SOMEDAY YOU WILL SEE
WHEN YOU GROW YOU'LL WEAR THE ROBES
LIKE YOUR BROTHER AND ME
WHEN THE WAR BETWEEN THE RACES
LEAVES US IN A FIERY DREAM
IT'LL BE A KLANSMAN
WHO WILL WIPE THIS COUNTRY CLEAN
THIS, SON, IS MY DREAM