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Klan

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The Klan

The Klan

    Am
The countryside was cold and still
C
There was a cross upon the hill
     Am
This cold cross wore a burning hood
   F                        Am
To hide its rotten heart of wood

Am
Father I hear the iron sound
   Dm               Eb     Am
Of hoofbeats on the frozen ground

Down from the hills the riders came
Jesus, it was a crying shame
To see the blood upon their whips
And hear the snarling of their lips

Mother I feel a stabbing pain
Blood flows down like a summer rain

Now each one wore a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
and each one sucks a little breath
Out of the empty lungs of death

Sister lift my bloody head
It's so lonesome to be dead

He who travels with the Klan
He is a monster, not a man
Underneath that white disguise
I have looked into his eyes

Brother, will you stand with me
it's not easy to be free
DC
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