THE KLANSMAN 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 FIERY DREAM IT'LL BE A KLANSMAN WHO WILL WIPE THIS COUNTRY CLEAN THIS, SON, IS MY DREAM , , or