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 e|--3------------------------| B|--3------------------------| G|--3----------3----8--------| D|--5-----5----3----8--------| A|--5-----5----1----6--------| E|--3-----3------------------|