The wind blows hard across the Texas plains makes some people go insane
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While others quietly pray for rain that's where we came from
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Two boys playing in the burning sun one with books one with guns
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Mama calls but just one comes the other one runs
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With a Christian sense of wrong and right we were born and raised in black and white
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One learned to pray one loved to fight we were born and raised in black and white
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Brother took to the gospel road spent his whole life savin' souls
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When he looked at me his blood ran cold he didn't even try
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I've had no dreams I had no plans but a gun felt good in my right hand
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The warden asked how come you killed that man I said I don't know why
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Welcome home said the hot moonlight we were born and raised in black and white
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One lives to pray, one prays for life, we were born and raised in THE 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 they offered me my last request
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I asked my mortal soul be blessed by someone close to me
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He came to me with trembling hands he swore he'd never understand
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I said it's just what life had planned it's destiny
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Don't waste your tears on me tonight we were born and raised in black and white
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I chose the dark you chase the light 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 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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| Mark Collie |
