| We made Oklahoma a little after 3
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| Randy and his brother Bob in my old GMC
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| We had some moonshine whiskey
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| And some of Bob’s homegrown
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| So messed up we didn’t know
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| If we were drunk or stoned
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| Randy was a sad sack, tall and kinda frail
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| Bob was a raving maniac crazy in the head
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| They been kicked out of high school several years ago
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| For pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H Rodeo!
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| Since then they done their little dance
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| 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
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| To want to tag along
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| Cause I was raised a Christian
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| And I knew right from wrong
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| RIGHT OR WRONG BLACK OR WHITE
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| Cross the line your gonna pay
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| In the dawn before the light
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| LIVE OR DIE BY SHADES OF GRAY!
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| Stole two Charlois heifers, from
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| Randy’s sweetheart’s paw
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| Sold them at a livestock sale
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| Outside of Wichita
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| We got $ 900 dollars and ever did suspect
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| A world of hurt we’d be in once
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| We cashed the check
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| Next day, we heard the story
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| On the local radio
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| Made our plans that very night
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| To go to Mexico
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| I swear we would have made it
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| If it wasn’t for that shine
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| I got sick about the time we crossed
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| The Kansas Line
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| I was laying in a bar ditch
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| Praying I would die
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| When a light came on above
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| And a voice come from the sky
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| Half dozen unmarked cars
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| Came screechin to a halt
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| Bob he started screamin
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| It was all my fault
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| There were men and dogs
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| And helicopters buzzin all around
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| They had the brothers on the pickup hood
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| And me down on the ground
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| Well Bob he flew all to pieces
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| And Randy he held tight
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| When a black man in a suit and tie
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| Stepped out 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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| They left us the roadside
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| Downhearted and alone
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| Randy got behind the wheel
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| Said guys I’m going home
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| We turned to face our fate
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| Hungover but alive
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| On that morning late April
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| Oklahoma 95
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