INTRO 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 and 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. My brother took to the gospel road, Spent his whole life saving souls. Well he looked at me and his blood ran cold, He didn't even try. I had no dreams and I had no plans, But a gun felt good in my right hand. Warden said '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. INSTRUMENTAL Someone handed me a cigarette, They offered me my last request. I asked my mortal soul be blessed, By someone close to me. I came to him with trembling hands, I swore I'd never understand. He said its just what life had planned, It's destiny. So don't waste your tears on me tonight, We were born and raised in black and white. You chose the dark, I chase the light, We were born and raised in black and white. We were born and raised in black and white. The wind blows hard across the Texas plains, Makes some people go insane. (to fade) While others quietly pray for rain...