Word of the 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 Klan's your friend"



Was a meeting at Lyle Stanton's house

On the Jefferson Highway

Some, they did not listen

Some did not turn away



Said, "When the holy rain of fire

Comes tumbling from above

It'll be a Klansman

Who stands for the land he loves"



Look away, look away now



I was ten years old when my pa said,

"Son, some day you will see

When you grow to wear the robes

Like your brother and me



"When the war between the races

Leaves us in a fiery [???]

It'll be a Klansman

Who will wipe this country clean

This, son, is my dream"