Shades Of Gray

We made Oklahoma a little after three Randy his brother Bob in my old GMC We had some moonshine whiskey Some of Bob's homegrown We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned Randy was a sad sack tall kinda frail Bob was a ravin' maniac, crazier than hell They'd been kicked outta high school several years ago For kickin' over porta-cans at the 4H rodeo Since then they done their little dance right outside the law Popped twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkansas And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong Right or wrong black or white Cross the line you're gonna pay In the dawn before the light Live or die by shades of gray We stole two charolais heifers From Randy's sweetheart's pa And sold them at the livestock sales outside of Wichita We got nine hundred dollars 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 And made our plans that very night to go to Mexico And I swear we would've made it if it wasn't for the shine I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line Right or wrong black or white Cross the line you're gonna pay In the dawn before the light Live or die by shades of gray SOLO I was lying in the bar ditch praying I would die When a light came on above us And a voice called from the sky A half dozen unmarked cards came screeching to a halt They grabbed Bob he started screaming that it was my fault There were men and dogs and helicopters flying all around They had the brothers on the pickup hood And me on the ground Then Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight When a black man in a suit and tie stepped into the light He told his men to turn us loose And they put down their guns He said these are just some sorry kids They ain't the ones Right or wrong black or white Cross the line you're gonna pay In the dawn before the light Live or die by shades of gray They left us by the roadside downhearted and alone Randy got behind the wheel said boys I'm going home So we turned round and faced our fate hung over but alive On that morning Oklahoma late April nintry five From Cry Cry Cry Razor & Tie Records 1998 Keen Edge Music (BMI)