I'm a high straight in Plainview
A side bet in Idalou
An' a fresh deck in New Deal
Yeah some call me high-handed
Some call me low-handed
But I'm holdin' what I am: the wheel

Chorus:

'Cause I'm panhandlin' manhandlin'
Post holin' high-rollin' dust bowlin' Daddy
I ain't got no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard Amarillo Highway

I don't wear no Stetson
But I'm willin' to bet son
That I'm as big a Texan as you are
There's a girl in her bare feet
Asleep on the back seat
And the trunk's full of Pearl® beer and Lone Star®

CHORUS

Gonna hop outta bed
Pop a pill in my head
Bust a hub for the Golden Spread
Under blue skies
Gonna stuff my hide
Behind some Power Glide®
Get some southern fried back in my hide

CHORUS

Refrain:
As Close as I'll ever get to Heaven
Is makin' speed up old eighty-seven
Of that hard Amarillo Highway

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
63
63.61
Labveligais Tips Laptops Lyrics
Robert Wyatt Out of Season Lyrics