Cry Cry Cry - Shades Of Gray
CAPO: 4th Fret
INTRO: Am F-C-G F G Am
C
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
G Am
Randy, his brother Bob, in my old GMC
C
We had some moonshine whiskey, some of Bob's home-grown
G Am
We were so messed up, we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned
C
Randy was a sad sack, tall kinda frail
G Am
Bob was a raving maniac, crazier than hell
C
They'd been kicked outta high school, several years ago
G Am
For kicking over Porta-cans at the 4H rodeo
C
Since then they done their little dance, right outside the law
G Am
Popped twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkansas
C
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
G Am
'Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong
CHORUS:
F C
Right or wrong, black or white
G Am
Cross the line, you're gonna pay
C G Am
In the dawn, before the light
F G Am
Live or die by shades of gray
C
We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's pa
G Am
And sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita
C
We got nine hundred dollars and never did suspect
G Am
The world of hurt we'd be in, once we cashed that check
C
Next day we heard the story on the local radio
G Am
And made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
C
And I swear we would've made it, if it wasn't for the shine
G Am
I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line
CHORUS:
F C
Right or wrong, black or white
G Am
Cross the line, you're gonna pay
C G Am
In the dawn before the light
F G Am
Live or die by shades of gray
INTERLUDE: Am F-C-G F G Am
Am C
I was lying in the bar-ditch, praying I would die
G Am
When a light came on above us and a voice called from the sky
C
A half dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
G Am
They grabbed Bob, he started screaming, that it was all my fault
C
There were men and dogs and helicopters, flying all around
G Am
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
C
Then Bob flew all to pieces, but Randy he held tight
G Am
When a black man in a suit and tie, stepped into the light
C
He told his men to turn us loose and they put down their guns
G Am
He said, "These are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones"
CHORUS:
F C
Right or wrong, black or white
G Am
Cross the line, you're gonna pay
C G Am
In the dawn before the light
F G Am
Live or die by shades of gray
C
So they left us by the roadside, downhearted and alone
G Am
Randy got behind the wheel, said, "Boys I'm going home"
C
So we turned 'round and faced our fate, hung over but alive
G Am
On that morning Oklahoma, late April, '95
OUTRO: (## same as verse - repeat 3x and fade to end ##)
Am C G Am C G Am
