Fetch The Rope

 The Klansmen – Fetch The Rope

 

 1. Reich´n´ Roll
2. Son of Dixie
3. Fetch the Rope
4. Outlaws
5. Southern Boy
6. Stand Up and Be Counted
7. Gooks Ears
8. White Trash
9. Faith, Hope and Charity
10. Dixie (Instrumental)
11. Johnny Joined the Klan
12. Napalm in the Morning
13. Arkansas Air

 

 

1. Reich ‘n’ Roll

Walking ’round the street the other day

Noticed that the country was in a bad way

I wondered if there was anything I could do

Seeing my land like this made me feel so blue

Looters here, rapist there, muggings happening everywhere

And no one seems to want to raise a hand

Have these vermin rid of from our lands

 Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ Roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ Roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ Roll

Do it for reich, do it for our soul, it’s white power rock ‘n’ roll

Red flags flying everywhere, telling us that we should care

About some hungry native far away

We’ve got hungry people right here today

 Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Do it for reich, do it for our soul, it’s white power rock ‘n’ roll

 Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Do it for reich, do it for our soul, it’s white power rock ‘n’ roll

Queers to the left, commies to the right

This is what we’ve come to, what a sight

Isn’t about time that we all said enough

Show these scum the whiteman can be tough

 Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Reich, reich, reich ‘n’ roll

Do it for reich, do it for our soul, it’s white power rock ‘n’ roll

 

2. Son Of Dixie

Born in Carolina, to a farming family

Didn’t have much money, but we were white and free

Independent laws declared, and the north began a war

Wanted southern money and to crush us with their laws

Born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son

Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done

Yankees came down to the south, to take what they could take

Found it harder than they thought, as the South began to wake

My father died, Fredericks buried my brother and Aunty Tam

It all finally took their toll and the South was over ran

 Born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son

Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done

Gone but not forgotten and the spirit still lives on

Confederacy may long be dead but the flag it sure aint gone

When you ride down a Southern road and you look up to the sky

Don’t be surprised to see uphigh grey riders passing by

 They were born and bred in Dixie, Carolinas’ son

Born and bred in Dixie, knew it should be done

 

3. Fetch The Rope

Them good old boys they kept their trust despite the rising crime

Clean white robes, good strong ropes, they’re just doing fine

When the South came second best, good old Dixie was in a mess

Got together the men in white, the South wouldn’t give up without fight

I said, don’t give up hope

Well they can cope

Don’t give up hope

Fetch that rope

Carpet baggers from the North, encouraged strengthened laws

All they brought was misery, like vultures in a war

Law and order really died, the Klansmen didn’t flinch

If somebody broke the law he was likely to get lynched

 I said, don’t give up hope

Well they can cope

Don’t give up hope

Fetch that rope

 I said, don’t give up hope

Well they can cope

Don’t give up hope

Fetch that rope

 

4. Outlaws

Looking back a long long time to the U.S. civil war

Puncheons man were on the run from the carpetbaggers law

But then from all around from the victors evil lies

Put a ransom on all of their heads, for everyone to die

They were Outlaws

Never vowed to the blue

In the civil war the Southern flag they flew

Outlaws, never vowed to the blue

In the civil war to the South they were true

When the war was finally done never dropped a Southern flag

Many hunters everywhere wanted to take an outlaw back

Even it was ordeal as Contreau’s men rode by

It was always near to them and they had to ride or die

 They were Outlaws

Never vowed to the blue

In the civil war the Southern flag they flew

Outlaws, never vowed to the blue

In the civil war to the South they were true

Outlaws riding on Confederate flags they fly

Death following at their heels they knew they had to die

Destiny the tombstones never asked the reason why

They live forever those great riders in the sky

 They were Outlaws

Never vowed to the blue

In the civil war the Southern flag they flew

Outlaws, never vowed to the blue

In the civil war to the South they were true

 

5. Southern Boy

Now the war is finally lost and I am homeward bound

Back to my farm in Georgia, I think has fallen down

From a courthouse in Virginia, the South has died of shame

Now I see the South surrender now

Now the reds have won the game

It ain’t easy, my lands been destroyed

It ain’t easy, to be a Southern boy

I joined the Georgia infantry and I fought for Southern pride

I’ve sworn at this succession, my people are the whites

Equality of races is a stupid northern dream

Never worked, never will, as the future will reveal

 It ain’t easy, my lands been destroyed

It ain’t easy, to be a Southern boy

 It ain’t easy, my lands been destroyed

It ain’t easy, to be a Southern boy

I was even kept down in Gettysburg, when I fought on through the pain

The tide of war was turning to the blue invaders gain, Augustus Frank

Scum like him who start a war like this, who jumped right on traitors

Why the hell he fights like this

 It ain’t easy, my lands been destroyed

It ain’t easy, to be a Southern boy

 It ain’t easy, my lands been destroyed

It ain’t easy, to be a Southern boy

 

6. Stand Up And Be Counted

Stand up and be counted, show the world that you’re a man

Stand up and be counted, and join the Ku Klux Klan

We are a sacred brotherhood, who love our country too

We always can be counted on, when there’s a job to do

We serve our homeland day and night, to keep it always free

Proudly wear our robes of white, protecting liberty.

 Stand up and be counted, show the world that you’re a man

Stand up and be counted and join the Ku Klux Klan

 Stand up and be counted, show the world that you’re a man

Stand up and be counted and join the Ku Klux Klan

Survival cause for vigilance the symbols of our land

The sword and water, robe and hood, betrayed our noble plan

In search for peace and liberty we pledge our hearts in hands

We must defeat the communists to save our Christian land

 Stand up and be counted, show the world that you’re a man

Stand up and be counted and join the Ku Klux Klan

 Stand up and be counted, show the world that you’re a man

Stand up and be counted and join the Ku Klux Klan

 

7. Gook’s Ears

I don’t really know why I signed up again two tours a duty in Vietnam,

my partner and I made a bet against fear

Who could collect most gook’s ears

Our duty ended and we went back, took all our ears filled our sack

We counted them out and and I shed tears

You know I’d rather have more gook’s ears

Well had to go back and win that bet

And see those ear holes, that I wont get

I walk away and make the reds pay dear

Napalm coming, frittered red gook’s ears, alright

And now I’m back in the U.S.A. and I’m happy everyday

And now I’ve got a curio shop here

You know what I sell, yeah what the hell, gook’s ears

You know what I sell, yeah what the hell, gook’s ears

 

8. White Trash

 

You heard how Souths’ said to be graceful

White mansions live oaks and perfect lawns

The ladies and the gentlemen dress most tasteful

‘Cos it just depends to whose house you was born

They call me White trash, ‘cos my hair hangs long

My baggy pants with no buttons on

My teeth are black, my shoulder’s lack, but I fly – the Confederate flag

I’ve been told there’s a war, about to begin

I wanna get meaner than a Texas high wind

So come on Caleb, you’re a man to join in

When you fighting Yankees, red neck’s a mans best friend

Well I think what has gone

And I know where to find my shut eye

But I guess I volunteered for the war against the blue

Cause there ain’t nothing down here to do this much better

But some blue bully boys and the borders thing is through

They call me White trash, I’m a fighting man

I shall do the best I can, I maybe bad, but can be wild, but I’m ready

To defend the South, I’ll show them what white trash is

 

 

9. Faith, Hope And Charity

I tell you a tale about three sisters, the first name was Faith

The others names were Hope and Charity

They had to make our people great

They’ve been around through out our history

They led the white man all the way

They were there in every victory

And they’ll be there in our future day

 Faith, Hope and Charity

Faiths’ the one that we all need to grow

Hope’s the one that always springs eternal

Charity’s the one that should begin at home

Now Faith was older than the others

She was the one that ruled our minds

She gave us hope control us on now

Towards ideals that we could find

In several times in history

We nearly came to the final goal

But Charity became unfaithful

She met the devil and sold her soul

 Faith, Hope and Charity

Faiths’ the one that we all need to grow

Hope’s the one that always springs eternal

Charity’s the one that should begin at home

Marx he was the beast in scarlet

His life became all nations plagues

And Charity became his lover

She thought that marxism was the way

But Faith and Hope are still beside us

But Charity could well be lost

But all we can do is try to warn her

The mistakes how dear could cost

 Faith, Hope and Charity

Faiths’ the one that we all need to grow

Hope’s the one that always springs eternal

Charity’s the one that should begin at home

10. Dixie

 “Dixie land” instrumental

 

 

11. Johnny Joined The Klan

Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood

Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Good

Didn’t like muggers taking over his land

Johnny got clever and joined the Ku Klux Klan

Go, go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Well Johnny joined the Klan

He used to carry his shotgun in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the tree by the railroad trackWatching for the muggers who had robbed the girls

Johnny put up the rifle and his flag unfurled

Muggers seen the gun held in Johnny’s hand

Johnny put his life into another land

 Go, go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Well Johnny joined the Klan

 His mother told him one day you will be a man

And you will be the leader of a big old Klan

Many people coming from miles around

And see your burning crosses when the sun goes down

Maybe one day your name will be in light

Saying’ Johnny join the Ku Klux Klan tonight

 Go, go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Go Johnny go go

Well Johnny joined the Klan

 

12. Napalm In The Morning

Southern boys from Texas went down to Vietnam

To fight against red peril an epic war began

The boys that came from Tennessee and Mississippi too

They didn’t want the reds in their beds

So they did what they could do

Stand and fight for what was right

We wouldn’t give in to the other side

The morning gains, the red day dawning

They want to smell our napalm in the morning

The Southern boys they went to war they took Confederate flags

The other men of different types worked behind their backs

At home the agitators were talking to the streets

Once again a war was lost by leaders who were weak

The traitors stand, in all our lands

But they will never show their hands

They want to see a red day dawning

They want to smell that napalm in the morning

The traitor was an actress from an acting family

She was happy to be filled on red artillery

The anti-Marxist pilots, they’d fallen to these guns

With this obnoxious traitor, she thought the script was fun

It’s always best, if we fight for the west, until we learn

The flags must burn, unless we stop, the marxist falling

We will all smell Napalm in the morning

Hey Barberella…

 

13. Arkansas Air

Well I wake up in the morning, feels good to be there

Well I wake up in the morning, feels good to be there

Get out of that verandah, give me some of that Arkansas air

Well I’m going down a country road, without a care

Well I’m going down a country road, without a care

Gonna visit that old Klavern, get some of that Arkansas air

Well up in those Noah’s Ark mountains, I’m feeling free

Well up in those Noah’s Ark mountains, I’m feeling free

Getting me some of the Arkansas air

That’s where I’m gonna be, up there

Well I’m going down the hot springs, to burn a fiery cross

Well I’m going down the hot springs, to burn a fiery cross

With the fire in the air in Arkansas

Oh the white man is the boss