by Bruce R. Hornsby and John Hornsby)



They're looking for some hired guns on the Texas border

To shoot 'em all down if they try to cross over the border

And they've 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 they're passing out the torches

And they're coming back again



There's a shotgun blast

There's a secret sign

It's not a candle burning and it's not a Sunday night

There's a fire on the cross

There's a fire ont he cross tonight



There wasn't 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 he's got to do to make him see

He just wants to be brothers

The nights they came on horses

Are long gone with the wind

But they're passing out the torches

And they're coming back again



There's a shotgun blast

There's a secret sign

It's not a candle burning and it's not a Sunday night

There's a fire on the cross

There's a fire on the cross tonight