The Klan

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Richie Havens - Pop

The Klan

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The countryside was cold and still There were three crosses on the hill Each one wore a burning hood To hide its rotten core of wood And I cried, "Father, I hear an iron sound" Hoof beats on the frozen ground Downhill the riders came Lord, it was a cryin' shame To see the blood upon their whips To hear the snarlin' from their lips And I cried, "Mother, I feel a stabbing pain" Hey, blood flows down like summer's rain, summer's rain Each one wore a mask of white To hide his cruel face from sight Each one sucked a hungry breath Out of the empty lungs of death And I cried, "Sister, hey sister, raise my bloody hand" It's so lonesome to be dead, mmm, to be dead He who rides with the klan is a devil and not a man For underneath his white disguise I have looked into his eyes And I cry, "Brother, stand by me, it's not so easy to be free" Brother, sister, hey mother, hey father, stand by me Hey, it's not so easy to be free To be free

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