Moonshine Man Blues - Doctor (Peter) Clayton

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