| Hey boys and girls, come and gather round
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| And I’ll sing ya little ditty bout ol' Joe Bob
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| Now ol' Joe Bobs' not around today
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| But his spirit lives on, I’m sorry to say
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| Joe Bob was a good ol' boy
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| Dressed in sheets, a rope his toy
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| Thought he was tough, a real man
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| A knight of the Ku Klux Klan
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| It made him sick when people claimed
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| It’s only skin we’re all the same
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| Then one night he hit the sack
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| When he woke up he was black
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| Was no joke, was no dream
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| Joe Bob Black could only scream
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| «Oh my god, holy shit»
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| Oh sweet Jesus
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| Won’tcha look at me?
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| Its like a fire at the firehouse
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| How could this be?
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| I’m like a doctor who get cancer
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| Lord hear my prayers
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| There’s a fire at the firehouse
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| And it’s not fair
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| Now Joe Bob, he was scared
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| And the KKK was mad, so he tried to explain
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| «It's only skin, I’m still the same»
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| They hung Joe Bob from a tree |