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Well I was born in Mississippi |
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On a fine Spring day |
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I quit second day, |
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Joined the KKK, |
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The recruiter said, |
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"Sorry man, there ain't no way. |
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You got too damned much education" |
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I said, |
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"Please sir, please, |
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You gotta take me |
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'Cuz I believe in the bible and democracy |
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I believe all real Americans oughtta be free |
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I believe in Jesus and the great salvation." |
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He said, |
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"I don't know kid." |
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Said, |
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"I make a pretty good molotov cocktail, too" |
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And he said, |
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"You're in." |
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Well it's not all the blacks we gotta worry about |
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It's the poor white trash |
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Jaqueline Kennedy and John Lindsey |
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Well he gave me a hood |
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That looked real neat |
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Gave me a big ol' long white sheet |
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It hit the floor and tucked under my feet |
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He said, |
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"That's so it won't leave no toe prints." |
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I said, |
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"Man, I never did realize that anything could be so secretized." |
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He said, |
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"Yes sir, so our breath won't be recognize at the meetings we burn incense." |
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Said, |
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"Crap man, that's kinda extreme." |
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He just grinned and thanked me. |
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Well I had a bad day when I first started off |
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I had a miserable failure on my first molotov |
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Didn't explode and all the fellas scoffed |
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Through it in a church and it just fizzed |
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Out comes this boy and he hits me with a right |
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Then he gives me a left with all of his might |
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I said, |
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"Hang on a minute man, you're not supposed to fight." |
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And my eyes turned as black as his |
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Damn bully's what he was |
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And a barbarian |
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Well now don't ask me how I got to where I am |
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Working in the office of the head Klan man |
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Mr. Sheldon 'bout got killed in Birmingham |
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But he's invincible, pretty near |
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How I got so important is kinda hard to say |
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I guess my award kinda paved the way |
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It's an award you just don't get everyday |
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They made me Bigot of the Year |
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'Course, I don't like to brag about it none |
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It's all in a day's prejudice. |
