Moonshine Bandits - Dead Man's Hand Lyrics

Lyrics Dead Man's Hand - Moonshine Bandits



Go on that wide open highway
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
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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



Writer(s): Leslie Satcher, Kix Brooks


Moonshine Bandits - Blacked Out
Album Blacked Out
date of release
17-07-2015




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