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