Battle Of Maxton Field Chords by Malvina Reynolds
Tempo:
159.9 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Bb
D
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Now brave the Klansmen rallied there in Maxton town [C] that night
All armed with knives and [D] pistol guns and honing [C] for [F] a fight
Oh rally round you Klansmen bold, but do not [Bb] show your face
We'll [C] burn the fiery cross tonight and save the [F] Nordic race
Oh [Bb] the Klans, oh the Klans
It calls on every red [Ab] blood [C]-pied man
Who [F] is free [C] and white and bigoted, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [F] protects his [C] racial purity the very best [F] he can
The Indians, the Indians, they are our natural [C] foe
They lure our girls with coke and pie and take them to the show
They wear blue jeans and leather coats, but anyone [Bb] can see
They are [C] not real Americans the like [F] of you and me
The heroes left their stores and plows their pool halls [C] and their bars
And in their gallant hooded shirts, [G] they drove up in their [F] cars
For in this grave emergency that mustered [Bb] every soul
[C] Who should appear to lead the fight but Wizard Jimmy [F]
Cole?
Now as the cars were drawing in an ominous [Bb] sound [C] was heard
Was that an [Gm] Indian battle cry or just a goon [F] bird?
Was that a goonie bird?
I see our grandpas [Bb] fighting cock
[Cm] Or is it a Lombie war bonnet that comes from [F] chimney rock?
Oh [Bb] the Klans, oh the [F] Klans
It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man
Who [F] is free and white and bigot gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [Cm] protects his [C] racial purity the very best he [F]
can
The headlights shone, the Klansmen stood in circle brave [C] and fine
When suddenly a [D] whoop was heard that curdled [C] every spine
And Indian youth with steely eyes
[Bb] He [C] calmly drew his shooting iron and cocked the [F] microphone
Another shot, the lights went out, there was a [C] moment's hush
Then a hundred thousand Lombie boys came [D] screaming [F] from the brush
Well maybe not a million quite but surely [Bb] more than four
[C] And the Klansmen shook from head to foot and headed [F] for the door
The Lombie Indians hooped and howled in the ancient [C] Lombie way
And the Klansmen melted off the ground like snow on a [F] sunny day
Our histories will long record that perilous [Bb] [Eb] advance
[C] When many a Klansman left the field with [D] buckshot in his pants
Oh [Bb] the Klans, oh [F] the Klans
It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man
[Cm] Who is free and white and bigot, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
[C] And protects his racial purity the very best [F] he can
The coppers listened from afar, they did not [Ab] lift a [C] gun
They heard the noise, they said the boys are having a [F] little fun
But when they saw the night shirt lights tripping down
[Bb] [C] They knew that's something when amidst the wrongs which had been thrown
When the coppers reached the battlefield they saw no [C] single soul
In Pembroke town the Indians rang [F] in jew-y code
Not James himself for he had fled with his shirt tail waving [Bb] free
[C] But all the joyful Lombie boys they hanged his [F] effigy
Oh [Bb] the Klans, [C] oh the Klans
[F] They've hung their little night shirts in [C] the can
If [F] you wanna see them run, [Bb] shoot a pistol toward the sun
[C] And give an Indian war-hoop like a joyful Lombie [F] man
[N]
All armed with knives and [D] pistol guns and honing [C] for [F] a fight
Oh rally round you Klansmen bold, but do not [Bb] show your face
We'll [C] burn the fiery cross tonight and save the [F] Nordic race
Oh [Bb] the Klans, oh the Klans
It calls on every red [Ab] blood [C]-pied man
Who [F] is free [C] and white and bigoted, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [F] protects his [C] racial purity the very best [F] he can
The Indians, the Indians, they are our natural [C] foe
They lure our girls with coke and pie and take them to the show
They wear blue jeans and leather coats, but anyone [Bb] can see
They are [C] not real Americans the like [F] of you and me
The heroes left their stores and plows their pool halls [C] and their bars
And in their gallant hooded shirts, [G] they drove up in their [F] cars
For in this grave emergency that mustered [Bb] every soul
[C] Who should appear to lead the fight but Wizard Jimmy [F]
Cole?
Now as the cars were drawing in an ominous [Bb] sound [C] was heard
Was that an [Gm] Indian battle cry or just a goon [F] bird?
Was that a goonie bird?
I see our grandpas [Bb] fighting cock
[Cm] Or is it a Lombie war bonnet that comes from [F] chimney rock?
Oh [Bb] the Klans, oh the [F] Klans
It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man
Who [F] is free and white and bigot gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [Cm] protects his [C] racial purity the very best he [F]
can
The headlights shone, the Klansmen stood in circle brave [C] and fine
When suddenly a [D] whoop was heard that curdled [C] every spine
And Indian youth with steely eyes
[Bb] He [C] calmly drew his shooting iron and cocked the [F] microphone
Another shot, the lights went out, there was a [C] moment's hush
Then a hundred thousand Lombie boys came [D] screaming [F] from the brush
Well maybe not a million quite but surely [Bb] more than four
[C] And the Klansmen shook from head to foot and headed [F] for the door
The Lombie Indians hooped and howled in the ancient [C] Lombie way
And the Klansmen melted off the ground like snow on a [F] sunny day
Our histories will long record that perilous [Bb] [Eb] advance
[C] When many a Klansman left the field with [D] buckshot in his pants
Oh [Bb] the Klans, oh [F] the Klans
It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man
[Cm] Who is free and white and bigot, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
[C] And protects his racial purity the very best [F] he can
The coppers listened from afar, they did not [Ab] lift a [C] gun
They heard the noise, they said the boys are having a [F] little fun
But when they saw the night shirt lights tripping down
[Bb] [C] They knew that's something when amidst the wrongs which had been thrown
When the coppers reached the battlefield they saw no [C] single soul
In Pembroke town the Indians rang [F] in jew-y code
Not James himself for he had fled with his shirt tail waving [Bb] free
[C] But all the joyful Lombie boys they hanged his [F] effigy
Oh [Bb] the Klans, [C] oh the Klans
[F] They've hung their little night shirts in [C] the can
If [F] you wanna see them run, [Bb] shoot a pistol toward the sun
[C] And give an Indian war-hoop like a joyful Lombie [F] man
[N]
Key:
C
F
Bb
D
Cm
C
F
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now brave the Klansmen rallied there in Maxton town [C] that night
All armed with knives and [D] pistol guns and honing [C] for [F] a fight
Oh rally round you Klansmen bold, but do not [Bb] show your face
_ We'll [C] burn the fiery cross tonight and save the [F] Nordic race
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ _ oh the Klans
_ _ _ It calls on every red [Ab] blood [C]-pied man _
_ Who [F] is free [C] and white and bigoted, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [F] protects his [C] racial purity the very best [F] he can _
_ _ _ The Indians, the Indians, they are our natural [C] foe
They lure our girls with coke and pie and take them to the show
They wear blue jeans and leather coats, but anyone [Bb] can see
They are [C] not real Americans the like [F] of you and me _ _ _ _
The heroes left their stores and plows their pool halls [C] and their bars
And in their gallant hooded shirts, [G] they drove up in their [F] cars
For in this grave emergency that mustered [Bb] every soul
[C] Who should appear to lead the fight but Wizard Jimmy [F]
Cole?
_ _ _ _ Now as the cars were drawing in an ominous [Bb] sound [C] was heard
_ Was that an [Gm] Indian battle cry or just a goon [F] bird?
_ Was that a goonie bird?
I see our _ grandpas [Bb] fighting cock
[Cm] Or is it a Lombie war bonnet that comes from [F] chimney rock?
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ _ _ oh the [F] Klans
_ _ _ It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man
_ _ Who [F] is free and white and bigot gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [Cm] protects his [C] racial _ purity the very best he [F]
can
_ _ _ The headlights shone, the Klansmen stood in circle brave [C] and fine
When suddenly a [D] whoop was heard that curdled [C] every spine
_ And Indian youth with steely eyes
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ He [C] calmly drew his shooting iron and cocked the [F] microphone _ _ _ _
_ Another shot, the lights went out, there was a [C] moment's hush
Then a hundred thousand Lombie boys came [D] screaming [F] from the brush
Well maybe not a million quite but surely [Bb] more than four
[C] And the Klansmen shook from head to foot and headed [F] for the door
_ _ _ _ The Lombie Indians hooped and howled in the ancient [C] Lombie way
And the Klansmen melted off the ground like snow on a [F] sunny day
_ Our histories will long record that perilous [Bb] _ [Eb] advance
[C] When many a Klansman left the field with [D] buckshot in his pants
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ _ _ oh [F] the Klans _
_ _ _ It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man _ _
[Cm] Who is free and white and bigot, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
[C] And protects his racial purity the very best [F] he can _ _ _
_ The coppers listened from afar, they did not [Ab] lift a [C] gun _
They heard the noise, they said the boys are having a [F] little fun
But when they saw the night shirt lights tripping down
[Bb] _ _ [C] They knew that's something when amidst the wrongs which had been thrown
_ _ _ _ When the coppers reached the battlefield they saw no [C] single soul
In Pembroke town the Indians _ rang [F] in jew-y code
Not James himself for he had fled with his shirt tail waving [Bb] free
[C] But all the joyful Lombie boys they hanged his [F] effigy
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ [C] _ oh the Klans
_ _ [F] _ They've hung their little night shirts in [C] the can _
_ _ If [F] you wanna see them run, [Bb] shoot a pistol toward the sun
_ [C] And give an Indian war-hoop like a joyful _ _ Lombie [F] man _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Now brave the Klansmen rallied there in Maxton town [C] that night
All armed with knives and [D] pistol guns and honing [C] for [F] a fight
Oh rally round you Klansmen bold, but do not [Bb] show your face
_ We'll [C] burn the fiery cross tonight and save the [F] Nordic race
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ _ oh the Klans
_ _ _ It calls on every red [Ab] blood [C]-pied man _
_ Who [F] is free [C] and white and bigoted, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [F] protects his [C] racial purity the very best [F] he can _
_ _ _ The Indians, the Indians, they are our natural [C] foe
They lure our girls with coke and pie and take them to the show
They wear blue jeans and leather coats, but anyone [Bb] can see
They are [C] not real Americans the like [F] of you and me _ _ _ _
The heroes left their stores and plows their pool halls [C] and their bars
And in their gallant hooded shirts, [G] they drove up in their [F] cars
For in this grave emergency that mustered [Bb] every soul
[C] Who should appear to lead the fight but Wizard Jimmy [F]
Cole?
_ _ _ _ Now as the cars were drawing in an ominous [Bb] sound [C] was heard
_ Was that an [Gm] Indian battle cry or just a goon [F] bird?
_ Was that a goonie bird?
I see our _ grandpas [Bb] fighting cock
[Cm] Or is it a Lombie war bonnet that comes from [F] chimney rock?
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ _ _ oh the [F] Klans
_ _ _ It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man
_ _ Who [F] is free and white and bigot gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
And [Cm] protects his [C] racial _ purity the very best he [F]
can
_ _ _ The headlights shone, the Klansmen stood in circle brave [C] and fine
When suddenly a [D] whoop was heard that curdled [C] every spine
_ And Indian youth with steely eyes
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ He [C] calmly drew his shooting iron and cocked the [F] microphone _ _ _ _
_ Another shot, the lights went out, there was a [C] moment's hush
Then a hundred thousand Lombie boys came [D] screaming [F] from the brush
Well maybe not a million quite but surely [Bb] more than four
[C] And the Klansmen shook from head to foot and headed [F] for the door
_ _ _ _ The Lombie Indians hooped and howled in the ancient [C] Lombie way
And the Klansmen melted off the ground like snow on a [F] sunny day
_ Our histories will long record that perilous [Bb] _ [Eb] advance
[C] When many a Klansman left the field with [D] buckshot in his pants
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ _ _ oh [F] the Klans _
_ _ _ It calls on every red blood [C]-fighting man _ _
[Cm] Who is free and white and bigot, gets [Bb] his courage from his bigot
[C] And protects his racial purity the very best [F] he can _ _ _
_ The coppers listened from afar, they did not [Ab] lift a [C] gun _
They heard the noise, they said the boys are having a [F] little fun
But when they saw the night shirt lights tripping down
[Bb] _ _ [C] They knew that's something when amidst the wrongs which had been thrown
_ _ _ _ When the coppers reached the battlefield they saw no [C] single soul
In Pembroke town the Indians _ rang [F] in jew-y code
Not James himself for he had fled with his shirt tail waving [Bb] free
[C] But all the joyful Lombie boys they hanged his [F] effigy
Oh [Bb] the Klans, _ [C] _ oh the Klans
_ _ [F] _ They've hung their little night shirts in [C] the can _
_ _ If [F] you wanna see them run, [Bb] shoot a pistol toward the sun
_ [C] And give an Indian war-hoop like a joyful _ _ Lombie [F] man _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _