mark collie
born and raised in black and white
The wind blows hard across the Texas planes 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  In a crystal 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 We were born and raised in black and white  Brother took to the gospel road Spent his whole live saving souls When he looked at me his blood ran cold He didn't even try  I had no dreams, I 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 prays for life 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 trembling hands He swore he'd never understand I said it's just what life had planned It's destiny  Don't waste your tears on me tonight We were born and raised in black and white I chose the dark, you chased the light We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white  The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain