(don cook/john barlow jarvis)



The wind blows hard across the texas plains

Makes some people go insane

While others quietly pray for rain

The'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 learned to fight

We were born and raised in black and white



My brother took to the gospel road

Spent his whole life saving souls

When he looked at me and his blook ran cold

He didnt 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 dont know why'



Welcome home sayd the hot moonlight

We were born and rasied in black and white

One lives to pray, one wants to die

We were born and rasied in black and white

We were born and rasied in black and white



Someone handed me a cigarette

They offered me my last request

I asked my moral 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 dont waste your tears on me tonight

We were born and rasied in black and white

You chose the dark, i chase the light

We were born and rasied in black and white

We were born and rasied in black and white



The wind blows hard across the texas plains

Makes some people go insane

While others quietly pray for rain