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The Klan 
The Klan
 Am The countryside was cold and still 
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