Oooh, on that wide open highway

Oooh, on that wide open highway

Oooh, on that wide open highway

Oooh, my troubles in the wind

Oooh, 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 (Come on)

Twelve-pack, rack with a guage, bumper-sticker tailgate, says goddamn right I'm american made (Let's go)

'eard what I got ain't nothing you can say (Come on)

Outlaw, living on the stage, 'nother hotel, 'nother city and state (What)

Renegade, with a road to pave, less when I'm dead, sleep in my grave



Oooh, on that wide open highway

Oooh, my troubles in the wind

Oooh, 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 them all behind

Like the ashes from my cigarette as they blow into the night 



Oooh, on that wide open highway

Oooh, my troubles in the wind

Oooh, on that wide open highway

The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand



Oooh, on that wide open highway

Oooh, my troubles in the wind

Oooh, on that wide open highway

The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand



Oooh, on that wide open highway

Oooh, my troubles in the wind

Oooh, on that wide open highway

The life that I'm living is a dead man's hand