B. r. hornsby/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 water 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 pa**ing 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 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 want to be brothers The nights they came on horses Are long gone with the wind Now they're pa**ing 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