Amarillo Highway Songtext
von Robert Earl Keen

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