Born And Raised In Black And White

The wind blows hard across the Texas plains makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain that's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun one with books one with guns Mama calls but just one comes the other one runs With a Christian sense of wrong and right we were born and raised in black and white One learned to pray one loved to fight we were born and raised in black and white Brother took to the gospel road spent his whole life savin' souls When he looked at me his blood ran cold he didn't even try I've had no dreams and I've had no plans but a gun felt good in my right hand The warden asked how come you killed that man I said I don't know why Welcome home said the hot moonlight we were born and raised in black and white One lives to pray one waits to die we were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white Someone handed me a cigarette they offered me my last request