B. r. hornsby/john hornsby
Theyre looking for some hired guns on the texas border
To shoot em all down if they try to cross over the water
And theyve got their old white hoods and the same old orders
To keep the dark sons away from their daughters
The nights they came on horses
Are long gone with the wind
Now theyre passing out the torches
And theyre coming back again
Theres a shotgun blast
Theres a secret sign
Its not a candle burning and its not a sunday night
Theres a fire on the cross
Theres a fire on the cross tonight
There wasnt any sound but it felt like sudden thunder
Two boards nailed together and burning bright
He was walking by the window when he saw it
Now he wonders
Just what hes got to do to make him see
He just want to be brothers
The nights they came on horses
Are long gone with the wind
Now theyre passing out the torches
And theyre coming back again
Theres a shotgun blast
Theres a secret sign
Its not a candle burning and its not a sunday night
Theres a fire on the cross
Theres a fire on the cross tonight