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Robert Earl Keen - Shades of Gray (Live From Austin TX)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Keane
John Keane
Acoustic Guitar
Mark Thomas Patterson
Mark Thomas Patterson
Drums
Bill Whitbeck
Bill Whitbeck
Bass Guitar
Rich Brotherton
Rich Brotherton
Electric Guitar
Tim O'Brian
Tim O'Brian
Mandolin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Keane
John Keane
Producer
William "Billy" Field
William "Billy" Field
Recording Engineer
Bennie Quinn
Bennie Quinn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We made Oklahoma a little after 3 Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC 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, crazy in the head They been kicked out of high school several years ago For pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo Since then they've done their little dance Right outside the law Popped twice in Oklahoma, 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 CHORUS: Right or wrong, black or white Cross the line your gonna pay In the dawn before the light Live and 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 $900 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 Made our plans that very night To go to Mexico 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 CHORUS I was layin in the bar ditch Prayin 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 screamin It was all my fault There were men and dogs And helicopter buzzin all around They had the brothers on the Pickup hood and me down on the ground Bob flew all to pieces but randy he Held tight when a black man in a Suit and tie stepped out into the light He told his men to turn us loose They put down their guns He said these are just some Sorry kids, they ain't the ones CHORUS 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 Downhearted but alive on that Mornin in late April, Oklahoma, 1995 CHORUS
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