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| We made Oklahoma a | little after three |
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| Randy his brother Bob in my old | GMC |
| We had some moonshine whiskey |
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| Some of | Bob's homegrown |
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| We were | so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or | stoned |
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| Randy was a sad sack | tall kinda frail |
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| Bob was a | ravin' maniac, crazier than | hell |
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| They'd been kicked outta high school | several years ago |
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| For | kickin' over porta-cans at the 4H | rodeo |
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| Since then they done their little dance | right outside the law |
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| Popped | twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkan | sas |
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| And I | don't know what possessed me to | want to tag along |
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| Cause | I was raised a Christian and I knew right from | wrong |
| A | E | |
| Right or wrong black or | white |
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| Cross the line you're gonna | pay |
| E | B | C#m | |
| In the | dawn before the | light |
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| Live or | die by shades of | gray |
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| We stole two charolais heifers |
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| From | Randy's sweetheart's pa |
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| And | sold them at the livestock sales outside of | Wichita |
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| We got nine hundred dollars and | never did suspect |
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| The | world of hurt we'd be in once we cashed that | check |
| E | |
| Next day we heard the story on the | local radio |
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| And | made our plans that very night to go to | Mexico |
| E | |
| And I swear we would've made it if it | wasn't for the shine |
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| I got | sick about the time we crossed that Kansas | line |
| A | E | |
| Right or wrong black or | white |
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| Cross the line you're gonna | pay |
| E | B | C#m | |
| In the | dawn before the | light |
| A | B | C#m | |
| Live or | die by shades of | gray |
| SOLO |
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| I was lying in the bar ditch | praying I would die |
| B | |
| When a | light came on above us |
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| And a voice called from the | sky |
| E | |
| A half dozen unmarked cards came | screeching to a halt |
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| They grabbed | Bob he started screaming that it was my | fault |
| E | |
| There were men and dogs and | helicopters flying all around |
| B | |
| They had the | brothers on the pickup hood |
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| And me on the | ground |
| E | |
| Then Bob flew all to pieces but | Randy he held tight |
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| When a | black man in a suit and tie stepped into the | light |
| He told his men to turn us loose |
| E | |
| And | they put down their guns |
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| He said | these are just some sorry kids |
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| They ain't the o | nes |
| A | E | |
| Right or wrong black or | white |
| B | C#m | |
| Cross the line you're gonna | pay |
| E | B | C#m | |
| In the | dawn before the | light |
| A | B | C#m | |
| Live or | die by shades of | gray |
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| They left us by the roadside | downhearted and alone |
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| Randy | got behind the wheel said boys I'm going | home |
| E | |
| So we turned round and faced our fate | hung over but alive |
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| On that | morning Oklahoma late April nintry | five |
| From Cry Cry Cry |
| Razor & Tie Records 1998 |
| Keen Edge Music (BMI) |