Moonshine Bandits - Dead Man's Hand lyrics

Oooh, on that wide open highway Oooh, on that wide open highway Oooh, on that wide open highway Oooh, my troubles in the wind Oooh, 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-b**h I'm a wayland playing, finger waving, stomp your a** right in the ditch (Come on) Twelve-pack, rack with a guage, bumper-sticker tailgate, says goddamn right I'm american made (Let's go) 'eard 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, less when I'm dead, sleep in my grave Oooh, on that wide open highway Oooh, my troubles in the wind Oooh, 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 saying, 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 Oooh, on that wide open highway Oooh, my troubles in the wind Oooh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand Oooh, on that wide open highway Oooh, my troubles in the wind Oooh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand Oooh, on that wide open highway Oooh, my troubles in the wind Oooh, on that wide open highway The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand