Dead Man's Hand

Go on that wide open highway
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 Go on that wide open highway
 Go on that wide open highway
 All my troubles in the wind
 Go 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 (c'mon)
 Twelve-pack, racked with a guage
 Bumper-sticker tailgate says goddamn right I'm American made
 Earned what I got ain't nothing you can say
 Outlaw, living on the stage, 'nother hotel, 'nother city and state
 Renegade, with a road to pave, rest when I'm dead, sleep in my grave
 Go on that wide open highway
 All my troubles in the wind
 Go 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 em all behind
 Like the ashes from my cigarette as they blow into the night
 Go on that wide open highway
 All my troubles in the wind
 Go on that wide open highway
 The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand
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 Go on that wide open highway
 All my troubles in the wind
 Go on that wide open highway
 The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand
 Go on that wide open highway
 All my troubles in the wind
 Go on that wide open highway
 The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand