Title: Don't Cry
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Artist: Guns N' Roses
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Tabled by: Syw Rose
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Tempo: 62 BPM
Tracks: 5
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Bars: 74

Lyric

We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey 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, crazier than hell
We been kicked out of high school several years ago
For kicking over port-o-cans at the 4-H rodeo

Since they done the little dance right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma and 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
Into the dawn before the light
Live or die by shades of gray

We stole two charolais heifers
From Randy's sweetheart's pa
And 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 cashed that check

Next day we heard the story on the local radio
And made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
And I swear we would've made it if it wasn't for the 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
Into the dawn before the light
Live or die by shades of gray

I was lying in the bar ditch praying I would die
When a light came on above us
And a voice called from the sky
A half dozen unmarked cards came screeching to a halt

They grabbed Bob he started screaming that it was my fault
There were men and dogs and helicopters flying all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood
And me on the ground

Then Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped 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
Into the dawn before the light
Live or die by shades of gray

They left us by the roadside downhearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel said boys I'm going home
So we turned round and faced our fate hung over but alive
On that morning Oklahoma late April nintry five