Cry Cry Cry - Shades of gray

We made Oklahoma a ^Clittle after 3 ^GRandy, his brother Bob in my old GM^AmC We had some moonshine whiskey, ^Csome of Bob's home-grown We were ^Gso messed up, we didn't know if we were drunk or ^Amstoned

Randy was a sad sack, ^Ctall kinda frail ^GBob was a raving maniac, crazier than ^Amhell They'd been kicked outta high school, ^Cseveral years ago For ^Gkicking over Porta-cans at the 4H rode^Amo

Since then they done their little dance, ^Cright outside the law Popped ^Gtwice in Oklahoma and once in Arkan^Amsas And I don't know what possessed me to ^Cwant to tag along 'Cause ^GI was raised a Christian and I knew right from ^Amwrong

^FRight or wrong, black or ^Cwhite ^GCross the line, you're gonna ^Ampay ^CIn the ^Gdawn, before the ^Amlight ^FLive or ^Gdie by shades of g^Amray

We stole two Charolais heifers from ^CRandy's sweetheart's pa And ^Gsold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichi^Amta We got nine hundred dollars and ^Cnever did suspect The ^Gworld of hurt we'd be in, once we cashed that ^Amcheck

Next day we heard the story on the ^Clocal radio And ^Gmade our plans that very night to go to Mexi^Amco And I swear we would've made it, if it ^Cwasn't for the shine ^GI got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas ^Amline

^FRight or wrong, black or ^Cwhite ^GCross the line, you're gonna ^Ampay ^CIn the ^Gdawn before the ^Amlight ^FLive or ^Gdie by shades of ^Amgray

^AmI was lying in the bar-ditch, ^Cpraying I would die When a ^Glight came on above us and a voice called from the ^Amsky A half dozen unmarked cards came ^Cscreeching to a halt They ^Ggrabbed Bob, he started screaming, that it was all my ^Amfault

There were men and dogs and helicopters, ^Cflying all around They had the ^Gbrothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ^Amground Then Bob flew all to pieces, but ^CRandy he held tight When a ^Gblack man in a suit and tie, stepped into the ^Amlight He told his men to turn us loose and they^C put down their guns He said, "^GThese are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ^Amones"

^FRight or wrong, black or ^Cwhite ^GCross the line, you're gonna ^Ampay ^CIn the ^Gdawn before the ^Amlight ^FLive or ^Gdie by shades of ^Amgray

So they left us by the roadside, down^Chearted and alone ^GRandy got behind the wheel, said, "Boys I'm going ^Amhome" So we turned 'round and faced our fate, ^Chung over but alive On that ^Gmorning Oklahoma, late April, '9^Am5