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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That'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 loved 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 blood ran cold
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He didn't 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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Well welcome home said the hot moonlight
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We were born and raised in black and white
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One lives to pray, one waits to die
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We were born and raised in black and white
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We were born and raised 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 mortal 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 it's just what life had planned
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It's destiny
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So don't waste your tears on me tonight
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We were born and raised in black and white
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You chose the dark, I chase the light
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We were born and raised in black and white
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We were born and raised 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
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Born And Raised In Black And White
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| Brooks & Dunn |
