Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willie Nelson
Vocals
Waylon Jennings
Vocals
Kris Kristofferson
Vocals
Reggie Young
Guitar
Johnny Christopher
Guitar
Chips Moman
Guitar
Shawn Lane
Guitar
Robbie Turner
Steel Guitar
Gene Chrisman
Drums
Bobby Emmons
Keyboards
Bobby Wood
Keyboards
Mike Leech
Bass
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Cook
Songwriter
John Jarvis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chips Moman
Producer
David Cherry
Engineer
David Parker
Assistant Engineer
Larry Greenhill
Assistant Engineer
Howard Irving
Assistant Engineer
Skip McQuinn
Assistant Engineer
Daivd Edney
Assistant Engineer
Eric Paul
Assistant Engineer
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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 playin' in the burnin' 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
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 plains
Makes some people go insane
While others quietly pray for rain
Writer(s): John Jarvis, Don Cook
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