Across The Line - Robert Cray

There’s so many reasons

A man will commit a crime

Frustration’s gnawin' at him

Twisting up his mind

He’s tickin' like a bomb

That may go off at any time

I’m not here to make excuses

I didn’t walk into it blind

It was plain old greed

Took something that wasn’t mine

It was the weakness for a woman

That made me step across the line

What made it so bad

Was that I had a woman of my own

And she never did wrong to me

Almost did her best to make our home

From these cheatin' seeds I planted

Some big-time grief has grown

There’s never been a man who’s lived a perfect life

I cut three hearts to pieces

Didn’t even use a knife

I didn’t have the common decency

To lay off my brother’s wife

(Saxophone solo)

(Guitar solo)

No they won’t put me in prison

I’ll be doing some hard time

Child supporting alimony

Taking my very last dime

I didn’t think about the damage

When I stepped across the line