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(don cook/john barlow jarvis) |
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The wind blows hard across the texas plains |
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Makes some people go insane |
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While others quietly pray for rain |
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The's where we came from |
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Two boys playing in the burning sun |
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One with books and one with guns |
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Mama calls but just one comes |
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The other one runs |
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With a christian sense of wrong and right |
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We were born and raised in black and white |
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One learned to pray, one learned to fight |
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We were born and raised in black and white |
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My brother took to the gospel road |
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Spent his whole life saving souls |
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When he looked at me and his blook ran cold |
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He didnt even try |
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I had no dreams and i had no plans |
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But a gun felt good in my right hand |
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Warden said 'how come you killed that man?' |
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I said 'i dont know why' |
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Welcome home sayd the hot moonlight |
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We were born and rasied in black and white |
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One lives to pray, one wants to die |
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We were born and rasied in black and white |
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We were born and rasied in black and white |
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Someone handed me a cigarette |
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They offered me my last request |
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I asked my moral soul be blessed |
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By someone close to me |
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I came to him with trembling hands |
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I swore i'd never understand |
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He said its just what life had planned |
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It's destiny |
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So dont waste your tears on me tonight |
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We were born and rasied in black and white |
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You chose the dark, i chase the light |
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We were born and rasied in black and white |
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We were born and rasied in black and white |
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The wind blows hard across the texas plains |
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Makes some people go insane |
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While others quietly pray for rain |
