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Dead Man's Hand Lyrics - Artist : Moonshine Bandits
Oh, on that wide open highway
Oh, on that wide open highway Oh, on that wide open highway Hung my troubles in the wind Oh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand Flag waving, hell raising, whiskey drinking son-of-a-bitch I'm a Waylon playing, finger waving, stomp your ass right in the ditch (Come on) Twelve-pack, rack with a gauge, bumper-sticker tailgate says goddamn right I'm American made (Let's go), earned what I got ain't nothing you can say (Come on) Outlaw, living on the stage, 'nother hotel, 'nother city and state (What) Renegade, with a road to pave, rest when I'm dead, sleep in my grave Oh, on that wide open highway Hung my troubles in the wind Oh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand Feel the thunder on the pavement, I'm smoking down the road I hear that old Satan, well he's after my soul I put my past and fear to rest, I left them all behind Like the ashes from my cigarette as they blow into the night Oh, on that wide open highway Hung my troubles in the wind Oh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand Oh, on that wide open highway Hung my troubles in the wind Oh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand Oh, on that wide open highway Hung my troubles in the wind Oh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand |
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