Word of the 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, "Son, the Klan's your friend"
Was a meeting at Lyle Stanton's house on the Jefferson Highway Some, they did not listen, some did not turn away
Said, "When the holy rain of fire comes tumbling from above It'll be a Klansman who stands for the land he loves" Look away, look away now
I was ten years old when my Pa said, "Son, some day you will see When you grow to 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"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
