Side bet in Idalou
And a fresh deck in New Deal
Yeah, some call me high hand
And some call me low hand
But, I'm holding what I am, the wheel
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm panhandlin'
Man handlin'
Post holin'
High rollin'
Dust Bowlin' Daddy
And I ain't got no blood veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard Amarillo Highway
[Verse 2]
Yeah I don't wear no Stetson
But I'm willin' to bet, son
That I'm a big a Texan as you are
There's a girl in her barefeet
'Sleep on the back seat
An that trunk is full of Pearl and Lone Star
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
So gonna hop outta bed
Pop a pill in my head
Yeah, bust the Hub for the Golden Spread
Under blue skies
Gonna stuff my hide
Behind some power glide
And get some southern fried back in my eyes
[Chorus]
[Outro]
And close I'll ever get to Heaven
Is makin' speed up ol' 87
Of that hard-ass Amarillo Highway
[ed. "... don't wear no Stetson, but I'm willing to bet, son". Don't write 'em like that anymore.]
