Born And Raised In Black And White - Mark Collie

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 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

Brother took to the gospel road spent his whole life savin' souls

When he looked at me his blood ran cold he didn’t even try

I’ve had no dreams and I’ve had no plans but a gun felt good in my right hand

The warden asked 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

Someone handed me a cigarette they offered me my last request

I asked my mortal soul be blessed by someone close to me

He came to me with his trembling hands he swore he’d never understand

I said it’s just what life had planned it’s destiny

I chose the dark you chase the light we were born and raised in black and white

Don’t waste your tears on me tonight we were born and raised in black and white

The wind blows hard across the Texas plains makes some people go insane

We were born and raised in black and white

While others quietly pray for rain