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Black is the color of objects that do not emit or reflect light in any part of the visible spectrum; they absorb all such frequencies of light. Although black is sometimes described as an "achromatic", or hueless, color, in practice it can be considered a color, as in expressions like "black cat" or "black paint".
The word black comes from Old English blæc ("black, dark", also, "ink"), from Proto-Germanic *blakkaz ("burned"), from Proto-Indo-European *bhleg- ("to burn, gleam, shine, flash"), from base *bhel- ("to shine"), related to Old Saxon blak ("ink"), Old High German blah ("black"), Old Norse blakkr ("dark"), Dutch blaken ("to burn"), and Swedish bläck ("ink"). More distant cognates include Latin flagrare ("to blaze, glow, burn"), and Ancient Greek phlegein ("to burn, scorch"). Black supplanted the wonted Old English word sweart ("black, dark"), which survives as swart, swarth, and swarthy (compare German schwarz and Dutch zwart, "black").
Black can be defined as the visual impression experienced when no visible light reaches the eye. (This makes a contrast with whiteness, the impression of any combination of colors of light that equally stimulates all three types of color-sensitive visual receptors.)
We met in a honkey tonk with sawdust on the floor
But I'm not supposed to hang out there anymore
You fell in love with a side of me that you called wild and free
Now that's not the way you want me to be
It must be nice to walk the straight and narrow
See in black and white true as a arrow
But out here on the edge is where I belong
Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
I know you think that you can manke somebody out of me
But the good Lord did that job already, can't you see
I'm sorry if my rebel ways don't fit into your plan
But I kinda like me fine the way I am
It must be nice to walk the straight and narrow
See in black and white true as a arrow
But out here on the edge is where I belong
Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
I've got my own way of bein' true
I've got my own way of lovin' you
If that ain't enough it'll have to do
It must be nice to walk the straight and narrow
See in black and white true as a arrow
But out here on the edge is where I belong
Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
Walkin' that fine line between ragged and wrong
Between ragged and wrong
Between ragged and wrong
Between ragged and wrong