كلمات Burning Cross

It was a judgment by color Caught out on the road In the middle of nowhere There was a man, oh, shot in cold blood But a sheet don't hide the wrong It don't hide nothing Yeah, it's the work of the devil Under the burning cross (Under the burning cross) It's the work of the devil Under the burning cross, yeah (Under the burning cross) Now his poor little babies Been left there in the shack And who's gonna tell 'em That their daddy ain't coming back Mother cries mercy She sees the one she loved, yeah Shot down under the burning cross Yeah, it's the work of the devil Under the burning cross (Under the burning cross) Oh, it's the work of the devil Under the burning cross (Under the burning cross) Yeah, it's the work of the devil Under the burning cross Yeah, on and on Now this is the story of prejudice and pain And you better believe it That all the facts they still remain the same But maybe our generation will help to make it alright Yeah 'cause in this world we live Under the burning cross Under the burning cross Under the burning cross Hey, hey Yeah, it's the work of the devil Under the burning cross (Under the burning cross) Under the burning cross (Under the burning cross) Under the burning cross