02. Born And Raised In Black And White
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The song "Born and Raised in Black and White" by Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, and Kris Kristofferson tells the story of two siblings who were raised in a black and white world where right and wrong were clearly defined. The first stanza describes the harsh conditions of Texas Plains, and how some people cope with the extreme weather by either going crazy or quietly praying for rain. The second stanza introduces the two brothers, one who loves to read, and the other who enjoys playing with guns. The mother calls them, but only one comes back, while the other runs away.


The chorus emphasizes the significant contrast between the two brothers. One of them pursues a career in religion and dedicates his life to saving souls, while the other ends up in jail for killing someone. The lyrics suggest that the world they grew up in was black and white, where there was a clear understanding of what was right and what was wrong. The final verse describes the brother who is sentenced to death row, is given his last request, and he asks for his soul to be blessed. His sibling, who is unable to comprehend his actions, comes to him, but the singer reassures him that everything that happened was destiny, and he should not waste tears over him.


Overall, "Born and Raised in Black and White" is a poignant narrative about the lives of two brothers who were brought up in a world where there were clear distinctions between right and wrong. It discusses how one can ultimately end up on different life paths, even if they start from the same path.


Line by Line Meaning

The wind blows hard across the Texas planes
The intense Texas wind is blowing across the planes with a force that could almost sweep someone off their feet.


Makes some people go insane
The relentless wind is enough to drive some people mad with its constant howling and fierce pressure.


While others quietly pray for rain
In the face of the unrelenting wind, some choose to stay calm and hope for some respite in the form of the rain that will hopefully follow.


That's where we came from
Our origins lie in this wild and challenging land where the elements can test the limits of human endurance and perseverance.


Two boys playing in the burning sun
Two young boys out in the scorching heat, playing together and enjoying the carefree days of childhood.


One with books, one with guns
One boy is more inclined to academics and learning, while the other is interested in weapons and the art of combat.


Mama calls but just one comes
Although both brothers are called, only one of them comes home in response to their mother's summons.


The other one runs
The other brother chooses to flee, perhaps out of fear or uncertainty.


In a crystal sense of wrong and right
The boys were raised with very clear and unwavering moral values, where right and wrong were easily distinguishable and simple to understand.


We were born and raised in black and white
Their upbringing, as well as their outlook on life, was quite binary, with little room for nuance or ambiguity.


One learned to pray, one loved to fight
One brother developed a strong religious conviction and found solace in prayer, while the other was drawn to the thrill of battle and the adrenaline rush of combat.


Brother took to the gospel road
One brother followed the teachings of the gospel and became a devout Christian.


Spent his whole life saving souls
His life's work was focused on spreading the word of God and helping others find their way to salvation.


When he looked at me his blood ran cold
The other brother was dangerous and unpredictable, and his very presence made his sibling feel uneasy and ill at ease.


He didn't even try
The dangerous brother shows no sign of repentance or remorse for his violent ways.


I had no dreams, I had no plans
The violent brother had no aspirations or goals, and saw no hope in the future.


But a gun felt good in my right hand
He found a sense of power and control in wielding a firearm that gave him a measure of comfort and satisfaction.


The warden asked, “How come you killed that man”
After being convicted of murder, the warden wants to know why the perpetrator committed the crime.


I said, “I don't know why”
The murderer denies having any clear motivation or rational thought behind their violent outburst.


Welcome home said the hot moonlight
The prisoner is released from jail and reunited with the outside world under the watchful eye of the moon's bright beams.


One lives to pray, one prays for life
One brother is devoted to his faith and spirituality, while the other is just trying to survive and stay alive.


Someone handed me a cigarette
A stranger offers a dying man a final cigarette as a gesture of goodwill and pity.


They offered me my last request
Knowing that his end is near, the dying man is offered one final gesture or message to convey to the world.


I asked my mortal soul be blessed
The dying man requests that his eternal soul be granted peace and redemption after his passing.


By someone close to me
The man wants someone he knows and trusts to carry out his final wish and make sure it is properly honored.


Don't waste your tears on me tonight
The man urges others not to weep or mourn for him, as he has made his peace with his fate and is ready to meet his maker.


I chose the dark, you chased the light
The two brothers chose vastly different paths in life, one opting for darkness and violence, while the other sought the light and the promise of redemption.




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Written by: COOK, JARVIS

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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I’m only goin’ where no one roams

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
I'm going there to see my saviour
I’ll see his face no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only goin' over home

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