Shades Of Gray
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We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whisky and 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 raving maniac and crazier than hell
They been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushing over port-a-cans at the four-H rodeo
Since then, they've done their little dance right outside the law
Popped twice in Austin-Texas, 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 the shades of gray
We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita
We got nine-hundred dollars and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once we've cashed that check
Next day we heard the story on the local radio
We made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
And 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
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live or die by the shades of gray
I was laying in the bar ditch, praying 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 screaming, it was all my fault
There were men and dogs, and helicopters buzzing all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
And Bob flew all to pieces but Randy held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped out 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 the shades of gray
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, hung over but alive
On that morning in late April, Oklahoma, '95
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live or die by the shades of gray
Live or die by the shades of gray
Live or die by the shades of gray