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| We made Oklahoma a littl | e after 3 |
| G | Am | |
| Randy, his brother Bob and my old GM | C |
| We had some moonshine whisky |
| C | |
| and some of Bob's homegrown |
| G | |
| we were so messed up we didn't know |
| Am | |
| if we were drunk o | r stoned |
| C | |
| Randy was a sad-sack, ta | ll kinda frail |
| G | Am | |
| Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the | head |
| C | |
| They been kicked out of high school | several years ago |
| G | Am | |
| for | pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H | rodeo |
| Since then they've done their little dance |
| C | |
| right outside the law |
| G | Am | |
| popped t | wice in Oklahoma, once in Ar | kansas |
| and I don't know what possessed me |
| C | |
| to want to tag along |
| G | |
| Cause I | was raised a Christian |
| Am | |
| and I knew right from | wrong |
| CHORUS: |
| F | G | Am | |
| Right or | wrong, black | or white |
| F | G | Am | |
| cross the | line your gonna | pay |
| F | G | Am | |
| in the d | awn before the | light |
| F | G | Am | |
| live and | die by the shades o | f gray |
| We stole two Charolais heffers from |
| Randy's sweetheart's paw |
| sold them at the livestock sale |
| outside of Witchita |
| We got $900 and never did suspect |
| the world of hurt we'd be in once |
| we cashed that check |
| next day we heard the story |
| on the local radio |
| made our plans that very night |
| to go to Mexico |
| I swear we would have made it |
| if it wasn't for that shine |
| I got sick about the time we crossed |
| that Kansas line |
| CHORUS |
| I was layin in the barditch |
| prayin I would die |
| when a light come on above us |
| and a voice come from the sky |
| a half a dozen unmarked cars |
| came screeching to a halt |
| They grabbed bob, he started screamin |
| it was all my fault |
| There were men and dogs |
| and helicopter buzzin all around |
| they had the brothers on the |
| pickup hood and me down on the ground |
| Bob flew all to pieces but randy he |
| held tight when a black man in a |
| suit and tie stepped out into the light |
| he told his men to turn us loose |
| they put down their guns |
| he said these are just some |
| sorry kids, they ain't the ones |
| CHORUS |
| They left us by the roadside |
| down hearted and alone |
| Randy got behind the wheel |
| said boys I'm going home |
| We turned around to face our fate |
| downhearted but alive on that |
| mornin in late April, Oklahoma, 1995 |
| CHORUS |