Dead Man's Hand

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

Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand

Flag wavin', hell raisin'

Whiskey drinkin', son-of-a-bitch

I'm a Waylon playin', finger wavin'

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)

Earned what I got, ain't nothin' you can say (Come on)

Outlaw, livin' 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

Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand

Feel the thunder on the pavement

I'm smokin' 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

Oh, on that wide open highway

Hung my troubles in the wind

Oh, on that wide open highway

Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand

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Oh, on that wide open highway

Hung my troubles in the wind

Oh, on that wide open highway

The life that livin' 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 livin' is a dead man's hand