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We made Oklahoma a little after 3 |
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Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC |
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We had some moonshine whiskey and 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 raving maniac, crazier than hell |
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We been kicked out of high school several years ago |
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For kicking over port-o-cans at the 4-H rodeo |
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Since they done the little dance right outside the law |
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Popped twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkansas |
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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 |
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Right or wrong, black or white |
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Cross the line you're gonna pay |
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Into 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 sale 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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Right or wrong, black or white |
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Cross the line you're gonna pay |
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Into the dawn before the light |
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Live or die by shades of gray |
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I was lying in the bar ditch praying I would die |
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When a light came on above us |
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And a voice called from the sky |
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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 |
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There were men and dogs and helicopters flying all around |
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They had the brothers on the pickup hood |
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And me on the ground |
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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 |
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He told his men to turn us loose |
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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 ones |
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Right or wrong, black or white |
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Cross the line you're gonna pay |
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Into the dawn before the light |
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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 |
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So we turned round and faced our fate hung over but alive |
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On that morning Oklahoma late April nintry five |
