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They're looking for some hired guns on the Texas border |
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To shoot 'em all down if they try to cross over the water |
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And they've got their old white hoods and the same old orders |
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To keep the dark sons away from their daughters |
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The nights they came on horses |
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Are long gone with the wind |
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Now they're passing out the torches |
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And they're coming back again |
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There's a shotgun blast |
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There's a secret sign |
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It's not a candle burning and it's not a Sunday night |
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There's a fire on the cross |
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There's a fire on the cross tonight |
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There wasn't any sound but it felt like sudden thunder |
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Two boards nailed together and burning bright |
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He was walking by the window when he saw it |
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Now he wonders |
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Just what he's got to do to make him see |
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He just want to be brothers |
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The nights they came on horses |
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Are long gone with the wind |
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Now they're passing out the torches |
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And they're coming back again |
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There's a shotgun blast |
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There's a secret sign |
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It's not a candle burning and it's not a Sunday night |
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There's a fire on the cross |
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There's a fire on the cross tonight |
