| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| Hung my troubles in the wind
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| The life that I’m livin' is a dead man’s hand
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| Flag waving, hell raising, whiskey drinking son-of-a-bitch
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| I’m a Waylon playing, finger waving, stomp your ass right in the ditch (Come on)
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| Twelve-pack, rack with a gauge, bumper-sticker tailgate
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| Says goddamn right I’m American made (Let's go)
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| Earned what I got ain’t nothing you can say (Come on)
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| Outlaw, livin' on the stage, 'nother hotel, 'nother city and state (What)
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| Renegade, with a road to pave, rest when I’m dead, sleep in my grave
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| Hung my troubles in the wind
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| The life that I’m livin' is a dead man’s hand
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| Feel the thunder on the pavement, I’m smokin' down the road
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| I hear that old saying, well he’s after my soul
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| I put my past and fear to rest, I left them all behind
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| Like the ashes from my cigarette as they blow into the night
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| Hung my troubles in the wind
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| The life that I’m livin' is a dead man’s hand
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| Oh-oh-oh-ohohohoh
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| Oh-oh-oh-ohoh
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| Oh-oh-oh-ohohohoh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| Hung my troubles in the wind
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| The life that I’m livin' is a dead man’s hand
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| Hung my troubles in the wind
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| Oh, on that wide open highway
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| The life that I’m livin' is a dead man’s hand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Man's Hand , by - Moonshine Bandits. Song from the album Blacked Out, in the genre Кантри