paroles de chanson 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