The Klan rode through old Monroe Town They rode there many a year One black day they rode too far The cry of freedom was near
Monroe Town is a dying town It's a human scar with their feathers and their tar With guns in their in their hands they rose to a man Beat Monroe clan they made a stand
There is a courthouse in Monroe Town The truth is never let in It doesn't really matter what you have done You are judged by the colour of your skin
Freedom had a brother in Monroe Town Rob Williams was his name Liberty was his battle cry And justice was his aim
Every state has a Monroe Town Just look and you will see Let's get together and clean them out Let's really make our country freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
