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-bitch
I'm a wayland playing, finger waving, stomp your ass 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

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