Lyrics:

I'm a high straight in Plainview
A 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

I'm panhandling, manhandling
Post-holing, high rolling
Dust-bowling 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 willing to bet, son
That I'm as big a Texan as you are
There's a girl and her bare feet
Asleep on the back seat
And that trunk's full of Pearl Beer and Lone Star

I'm panhandling, manhandling
Post-holing, high rolling
Dust-bowling daddy
I ain't got no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard Amarillo highway

Gonna hop outta bed
Pop a pill in my head
Bust the hub for the Golden Spread under Blue Skies
Gonna stuff my hide
Behind some Power Glide
Get some southern-fried back in my hide

I'm panhandling, manhandling
Post-holing, high rolling
Dust-bowling daddy
I ain't got no blood in my veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard Amarillo highway

As close as I'll ever get to heaven
Is making speed up old 87
Of that hard Amarillo highway